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"  Praise  God  in  his  sanctuary :    praise  him  according  to  his  excellent  greatness.    Let 
every  thing  that  hath  breath  praise  the  Lord.    Praise  ye  the  Lord,"  —  Psalm  cl.  1,  2,  6. 


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BOSTON: 

ANDREWS,  PRENTISS  &  STUDLEY. 

1845. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1S15, 

BY  THE   COMPILER, 

In  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  District  of 
Massacliusetts.  * 


Printed  by  Andrews,  Prentiss  <fe  Studley, 
11  Devonslrire  Street,  Boston. 


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The  following  Selection  of  Hymns  has  been 
made  in  obedience  to  two  general  principles.  The 
Compiler  desired,  in  the  first  place,  to  bring 
together  the  most  fervent  expressions  of  a  profound 
spiritual  life.  And  therefore,  an  unusual  number 
of  the  Wesley  an  hymns,  and  others  of  a  kindred 
character  have  been  introduced,  in  addition  to  the 
standard  pieces  in  all  our  Collections.  Their 
sweet  fervor  is  at  once  the  natural  language  of  the 
living  heart,  and  a  quickening  influence  to  a 
deeper  life.  For  the  same  reason  also,  he  has 
introduced  some  pieces  not  generally  included 
among  Sacred  Songs.  But  their  beauty  and  fervor 
appeared  to  be  their  sufficient  baptism.  Indeed, 
they  are  only  varied  strains  in  the  great  chant  of 
praise  the  devout  heart  ever  raises  to  God. 

In  accordance  with  this  principle,  the  arrange- 
ment of  the  book  would  represent,  as  far  as 
possible,  the  different  steps  in  the  progress  of  the 
spiritual  life.  After  some  Introductory  and  Closing 
Hymns,  it  commences  with  the  Calls  of  the  Spirit ; 
passing  on  to  Penitence,  to  Peace  in  Believing,  to 


IV  PREFACE. 

Aspirations  for  Nearness  to  God,  and  a  Perfect 
Redemption.  Then  it  refers  to  Prayer,  to  Spiritual 
Influences,  and  Desires  for  their  Guidance,  to 
Adoration  and  Praise,  and  ascends  at  length  to  the 
Trust,  which  says,  "  Thy  will  be  done."  Next, 
may  be  found  hymns  relating  to  Jesus  and  his 
Gospel,  to  the  Christian  Graces,  to  Death  and 
Futurity,  and  lastly,  those  referring  to  Various 
Occasions.  The  Compiler's  individual  preference 
would  have  led  him  to  arrange  the  entire  book  in 
strict  obedience  to  this  idea.  Such  an  arrange- 
ment would  be  entirely  natural,  and  possesses 
obvious  advantages.  But  perhaps  he  has  conform- 
ed to  it  as  far  as  it  might  be  best  to  depart  from 
the  usual  order. 

In  the  next  place,  the  Compiler  desired  to  make 
a  Collection  in  harmony  with  the  Christian  view  of 
Life  and  Death,  excluding  all  representations  of 
Life  as  a  "  Vale  of  Tears,"  and  Death  as  the 
"  Kino-  of  Terrors;  "  views  so  sadly  darkening  the 
world  of  Sacred  Song.  We  would  not  sing  in  the 
Hymn  what  we  oppose  in  the  Sermon.  Hymns, 
embodying  the  wailings  of  the  spirit  for  its  own 
faithlessness,  which  may  make  life  a  struggle  or 
a  sadness,  have  been  freely  admitted.  But  the 
endeavor  has  been  to  be  true  to  the  thought,  that 
the  darkness  at  any  time  shrouding  the  world,  is 
but  the  shadow  of  our  own  dull  affections :  and  to 


PREFACE. 


remember,  that  although  the  Christian  heart  may 
trustingly  say,  "  To  die  is  gain,"  it  never  forgets 
also  to  say,  "To  live  is  Christ."  The  diflference 
between  the  usual  selection  from  the  familiar  hymn 
commonly  beginning, 

"  I  would  not  live  alway ;   I  ask  not  to  stay," 

and  the  verses  selected  here,  perhaps  may  indicate 
the  distinction  we  would  observe.  The  dark  view 
of  the  w^orld  itself  in  the  common  selection  is 
certainly  objectionable.  But  when  it  represents  a 
strictly  spiritual  state,  which  looks  in  intense 
desire  from  an  imperfect  to  a  more  perfect  life,  it 
no  longer  jars  upon  the  bright  Christian  Faith. 
The  Wesleyan  hymns  illustrate  the  true  idea. 
Sometimes,  we  find  notes  of  deepest  sadness, 
expressing  the  struggles,  the  fears,  the  darkness, 
attendinor  unbelief  and  coldness  of  heart.  And 
then  we  hear  strains  of  joy  and  freedom  of  soul, 
like  the  music  of  heavenly  harps.  And  the 
transition  from  the  Heaven  below  to  the  Heaven 
above,  is  like  the  brightening  progress  of  the 
morning  sun. 

Some  alterations  have  been  made  in  copying  the 
following  hymns,  even  where  the  fact  may  not  be 
particularly  stated.  Few  changes  have  been  made 
for  simple  reasons  of  taste.  Few  have  been  ven- 
tured  indeed,    in    any    of    the    familiar,    standard 


VI  PREFACE. 

hymns,  except  by  occasional  omission  of  verses. 
But  a  large  number  of  the  hymns  in  the  book  are 
peculiar  to  this  Collection;  or  at  least,  have  never 
been  in  familiar  use  in  tJnitarian  Churches.  And 
for  alterations  in  these,  where  the  change  would 
disturb  no  hallowed  association,  the  Compiler  is 
responsible. 

It  may  be  proper  to  state  why  so  many  hymns 
are  printed  without  the  author's  name.  In  a  few 
cases,  the  name  was  inadvertently  omitted.  Some 
pieces  are  anonymous.  Some,  are  greatly  altered. 
And  the  authorship  of  the  rest'  could  not  readily  be 
determined  with  sufficient  accuracy  to  warrant  the 
insertion  of  any  name. 

Two  or  three  pieces  are  introduced,  appropriate 
to  the  Society  with  which  the  Compiler  is  con- 
nected. 

In  this  Selection,  some  hymns  are  doubtless 
included  which  may  not  be  generally  acceptable, 
and  others,  more  valuable,  may  have  been  omitted. 
Yet  it  is  hoped  it  may  contain  a  sufficient  variety 
for  the  usual  services  of  public  worship,  and  that  it 
may  do  something  to  quicken  the  spiritual  life 
whose  progress  its  pages  would  represent. 

George  W.  Briggs. 

Plymouth,  Mass.,  Oct.  1845. 


®meral  Arrangement- 


Hymns^ 

I.  Introduction  and  Close  of  Worship,       .         1  —  59 

II.  Calls  of  the  Spirit, '  .      60  —  77 

III.  Penitential, 78  —  96 

IV.  Joy  in  Believing  —  Redeeming  Mercy,        97  — 112 
V.  For  Nearness  to  God, 113  —  134 

VI.  For  Perfect  Redemption, 135  —  156 

VII.  Prayer, 157  —  172 

VIII.  Spiritual  Influences,        173  —  184 

IX.  Desires  for  the  Spirit's  Guidance,     .     .     185  —  204 

X.  Adoration, 205  —  227 

XI.  Praise, 228  —  267 

XII.  Reconciliation  and  Trust, 268  —  305 

XIII.  Christ;  His  Gospel;  Triumph;  Church,  306  —  373 

XIV.  The  Christian  Heart  and  Christian  Graces,  374  —  480 
XV.  Funeral  Hymns ;  Death;  Heaven,   .     .     481—524 

XVI.  Occasional  Hymns, 525  —  601 


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Hymn. 

According  to  thy  gracious  word 541 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 444 

Acquaint  thee,  O  mortal,  acquaint  thee  with  God     .  77 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 337 

Ah,  go  I   thou  gentle  spirit,  go 499 

Ah  I  like  the  weary  dove 76 

Ah  !  not  for  thee  was  woven 482 

A  holy  air  is  breathing  round 544 

Ah,  wretched  soul !  why  strive  in  vain 393 

All  nature  feels  attractive  power 420 

All  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord 39 

Almightv  God,  in  humble  prayer 192 

Almighty  Maker,  God 247 

Amidst  the  thrilling  leaves  thy  voice 121 

And  is  the  Gospel  peace  and  love        326 

Answer  me,  burning  stars  of  night 495 

Around  the  throne  of  God 234 

Arrayed  in  clouds  of  golden  light 366 

Art  thou  a  child  of  tears 335 

As  body,  when  the  soul  has  fled 460 

As  children  of  thy  gracious  care 562 

As  panting  in  the  sultry  beams 131 

As  the  good  Shepherd  gently  leads 19 

As  the  hart  with  eager  looks 130 

As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye        227 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 185 

Author  of  good,  we  rest  on  thee 387 

A  voice  from  the  desert  comes  awful  and  shrill    ,     .  306 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 402 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 591 

Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes 459 


X  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.     . 

Hymn. 

Back  to  the  world  we  've  fiiithless  turned    ....  83 

Before  JeJiovah's  awful  throne 213 

Behold  the  amazing  sight 342 

Behold  !  the  heavens  declare 224 

Behold  the  innumerable  host 517 

Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace 315 

Behold  the  sun,  how  bright 314 

Behold  the  western  evening  light 485 

Behold!  what  wondrous  grace 136 

Behold  !  where  breathing  love  divine 426 

Behold  yon  bright  array 24 

Being  of  beings,  God  of  love 147 

Be  thou  exalted,  O  our  God 209 

Be  with  me,  Lord,  where'er  I  go 469 

Blessed  are  the  pure  in  heart 382 

Blessed  hour,  when  virtuous  friends  shall  meet    .     .  518 

Blessings,  O  Father  !    shower 122 

Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace 427 

Blest  be  our  everlasting  Lord 267 

Blest  Instructer,  from  thy  ways 141 

Blest  Spirit,  source  of  grace  divine 408 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed 540 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning  .     .     .  310 

Brother,  hast  thou  wandered  far 71 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us 491 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 529 

Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God 497 

Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  night 308 

Child,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play 165 

Children  of  the  heavenly  King 43 

Christian  mother,  wlien  thy  prayer 573 

Christ  the  Lord  has  risen  to-day 339 

Come  at  the  morning  hour ,     .     .     .  164  ' 

Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light 191 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 188 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 62 

Come  sound  his  praise  abroad 228 

Come,  then,  ye  wanderers,  to  your  God        ....  68 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King  .  ' 205 

Come,  thou  long  expected  Saviour 313 

Come  to  me,  thoughts  of  heaven 187 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  XI 

Hymn. 

Come  tcjthe  house  of  prayer 5 

Come  t(|  the  land  of  peace      . 500 

Come  liito  me,  all  ye  that  mourn 63 

Come,  yandering  sheep,  O  come 70 

Come  •vjith  pure  mind  and  feeling 159 

Come,  ie  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish    .     .     .  268 

Come,  re  that  love  the  Lord 26 


Daughpr  of  sadness,  from  the  dust      ......  576 

Dear  fiintain  of  delight  unknown 125 

Dear  brd,  and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest 177 

Dear  rfuge  of  the  weary 276 

Deathlss  soul,  in  joy  arise 494 

Deem  lot  that  they  are  blessed  alone 522 

Draw  iear  us.  Lord,  thyself  reveal 123 

Early,ny  Gud,  without  delay 114 

Eternaand  immortal  King 453 

EternaGod,  Almighty  Cause 2J7 

Eterna^Source  of  life  and  thought 42 

EternaSource  of  light  and  life 32 

EternaSpirit,  God  of  truth 54 

Faith  ijthe  Christian's  evidence 455 

Fare  tlie  well,  our  fondly  cherished 484 

Far  fro  mortal  cares  retreating 103 

Far  froi  the  paths  of  men,  to  thee 470 

Far  froi  these  scenes  of  night 513 

Far  froithe  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee 170 

Far  froithy  servants,  God  of  Grace 429 

Father, lored  in  worlds  above 37 

Father,  still  the  same  thou  art 153 

Father,  long,  I  faint  to  see 514 

Father,  \^  single  eye 148 

Father,  iw  receive  him 486 

Father  oil  our  mercies,  thou 466 

Father  oight,  conduct  my  feet 193 

Father  olaht!  we  sing  thy  name 258 

Father  ofe  and  all  mankind 416 

Father  ofercies  !  in  thy  word 347 

Father  ofUrcies  !  send  thy  grace 428 

Father  oflprcies  !  when  the  day  is  dawning  ...  2 


XU  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymn. 

Father  of  our  feeble  race 464 

Father,  on  me  the  grace  bestow 151 

Father,  our  wants  relieve 203 

Father,  source  of  every  blessing 108 

Father,  supply  my  every  need 56 

Father,  that  in  the  olive  shade         288 

Father,  they  who  thee  receive 135 

Father,  thine  aid  afford 190 

Father,  thy  paternal  care 16 

Father,  to  thine  altar  bind 146 

Father,  to  thy  kind  love  we  owe .  273 

Father,  vvhate'er  of  earthly  bliss 439 

Father,  which  art  on  high 232 

Father,  why  should  my  laboring  mind 184 

Fear  was  within  the  tossing  bark 406 

For  all  thy  saints,  O  God 560 

Forgive  us  for  thy  mercy's  sake 87 

Fortii  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky 3 

Fountain  of  all  sufficient  bliss 132 

Fountain  of  life  to  all  below        120 

Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love 565 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies    .....  47 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows 278 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 551 

From  Olivet's  sequestered  seats 329 

From  the  table  now  retiring 539 

Gently  fall  the  dews  of  eve 523 

Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 305 

Give  thanks  to  God  most  high 253 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 284 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken       . 373 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high •  208 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high •     .  18 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night       .     .     .     .•     •  596 

God  in  his  earthly  temples  lajs       ....••  9 

God  bless  our  native  land       ......      •     .  563 

God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place     ....      •     .  245 

God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens  ....      •     •  280 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way     ....      •     •  282 

God  of  eternity  !  from  thee •     •  599 

God  of  love,  my  sins  forgive •     •  415 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  XIU 

Hymn. 

God  of  love  !  that  hear'st  our  prayer 197 

God  of  love,  we  look  to  thee 424 

God  of  mere}' !  God  of  love 78 

God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 398 

God  of  our  lives  !  our  thanks  to  thee 271 

God,  who  is  just  and  kind 468 

"Go  in  peace;"  O  blest  dismission 96 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 332 

Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime     ....  489 

Go  to  thy  rest,  fair  child 483 

Go  watch  the  new-born  rill 582 

Grace  does  not  steel  the  faithful  heart 294 

Grace  !   't  is  a  charming  sound 107 

Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring .  212 

Grateful  the  joyous  news  proclaim 401 

Great  Framer  of  unnumbered  worlds 570 

Great  God  !   how  infinite  art  thou 222 

Great  God  !  my  father  and  my  friend 467 

Great  God  !    thine  attributes  divine 36 

Great  God  !  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand 598 

Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame 296 

Great  Source  of  unexhausted  good 261 

Green  pastures  and  clear  streams 334 

Guide  me,  O  tliou  great  Jehovah 472 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed 361 

Happy  the  man  who  finds  the  grace 475 

Happy  the  souls  to  .Jesus  joined 520 

Hark,  my  soul,  —  it  is  the  Lord 409 

Hark  !  tlie  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes   ....  318 

Hark  !  tiie  song  of  Jubilee 579 

Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices 307 

Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned 180 

Hear  what  God  the  Lord  hath  spoken 363 

Heave,  mighty  Ocean,  heave 590 

Heaven  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin        507 

Heavenly  Father,  Sovereign  Lord 204 

Here,  in  this  place  of  prayer 163 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God        211 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 219 

Holy  as  thou,  O  Lord,  is  none 218 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 237 


XIV  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymn. 

How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  O  Lord 559 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 345 

How  blessed  is  man,  O  God 98 

How  blessed  the  righteous  when  he  dies      ....  488 

How  blessed  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 425 

How  can  a  sinner  know 100 

How  dear  is  the  thought,  that  the  spirits  in  bliss        .  504 

How  gentle  God's  commands 383 

How  happy  every  child  of  grace 519 

How  happy  is  he  born  or  taught 435 

How  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 349 

How  long  shall  dreams  of  creature  bliss        ....  119 

How  perlect  is  thy  word 350 

How  pleasing. Lord  to  see 532 

How  rich  the  blessings,  O  my  God 298 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  Gospel's  sound      ....  319 

How  sweet  the  feast  of  heavenly  love 534 

How  sw^eet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds      .     .           .     .  403 

How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 162 

How  sweet  to  wait  upon  the  Lord 176 

How  sw^ift  the  torrent  rolls 554 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 533 

If  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 442 

I  hear  the  voice  of  wo        430 

I  '11  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath 265 

I  may  not  scorn  the  meanest  thing 587 

Imposture  shrinks  from  light 434 

In  glad  amazement.  Lord,  I  stand        266 

In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines 556 

In  trouble  and  in  grief,  O  Lord 302 

In  vain  we  trace  creation  o'er 113 

Israel's  Shepherd,  guide  me,  feed  me 40 

Is  it  not  strange  the  darkest  hour 322 

Is  there  a  lone  and  dreary  hour 292 

Is  this  a  fast  for  me        568 

It  was  no  path  of  flowers 325 

I  want  a  principle  within 443 

I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay      ....  516 

Jehovah,  God  !  thy  gracious  power 588 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 515 


INDEX    OP    FIRST    LINES.  XV 

Hymn. 

Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be 400^ 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul 327 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 362 

Jesus,  thine  all  victorious  love 152 

Jesus,  we  look  to  thee 547 

Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim 542 

Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Prince  of  Peace 586 

Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come 312 

Lamp  of  our  feet,  whose  hallowed  beam      ....  355 

Laucled  be  thy  name  forever 592 

Leader  of  Israel's  host,  and  Guide 389 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 557 

Let  me  not  wander  comfortless       .......  171 

Let  one  loud  song  of  praise  arise 207 

Let  party  names  no  more 431 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky 175 

Let  the  still  air  rejoice 585 

Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 17 

Lift  your  voice,  and  joyful  sing 20 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire 471 

Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 101 

Like  morning,  when  her  early  breeze 183 

Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain 600 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 35 

Lo  !  God  is  liere  !  let  us  adore 12 

Loosed  from  my  God,  and  far  removed 80 

Lord  !  by  every  heart  and  tongue 45 

Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 59 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blessed  are  they 104 

Lord  !  I  believe  a  rest  remains        156 

Lord,  I  believe  ;  thy  power  I  own 461 

Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart 438 

Lord,  in  the  strength  of  grace 392 

Lord  Jesus,  come  !  for  here 571 

Lord,  my  God,  I  long  to  know 375 

Lord  of  glory,  King  of  power 595 

Lord  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 546 

Lord  of  life,  all  praise  excelling 240 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace 353 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above 27 

Lord  !  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright 158 


XVI  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymn. 

Lord,  tliat  I  may  learn  of  thee 436 

Lord,  thou  art  good  ;  all  nature  shows 250 

Lord  !  thou  didst  arise  and  say        577 

Lord  !   thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through    .     .  214 

Lord  !  we  come  before  thee  now 34 

Lord  !  what  our  ears  have  heard 528 

Lord  !  with  glowing  heart  I  '11  praise  thee  ....  109 

Lo  I  the  seal  of  death  is  breaking 505 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling        154 

Lo  !  when  the  spirit  of  our  God 174 

Lowly  and  solemn  be 481 

Mark  the  soft  falling  snow 351 

Master,  may  we  ever  say 545 

JMay  the  grace  of  Christ  our  Saviour 41 

Men  !  whose  boast  it  is  that  ye 574 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb        338 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord 323 

Mv  fainting  soul,  arise  and  sing      .......  454 

My  father  bids  me  come 81 

My  Father  !  cheering  name        299 

Mv  Father,  God  of  Peace 88 

My  Father !  I  adore 390 

My  Father's  house  on  high 506 

My  Father  !  thou  hast  taught 379 

My  God  !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway 246 

My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love 241 

My  God,  I  thank  thee;  may  no  thought      ....  297 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love 128 

My  God,  my  strength,  my  hope 413 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 172 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue 376 

My  God  !  the  steps  of  pious  men 457 

My  gracious  God,  I  own  thy  right 391 

My  gracious  God,  reveal 399 

My  heart  lies  dead,  and  no  increase 200 

My  helper,  God  I  I  bless  thy  name 597 

My  Maker,  and  my  King 389 

My  soul  before  thee  prostrate  lies 380 

My  soul  !  praise  the  Lord,  speak  good  of  his  name    .  231 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 262 

My  soul  with  patience  waits .  102 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  XVll 

Hymna. 

New  every  morning,  is  the  love 594 

No  war  nor  battle's  sound 309 

Now  for  thy  glory's  sake 90 

Now  is  the  accepted  time 74 

Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright 593 

O  arm  me  with  the  mind        433 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul '^^^ 

O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul       15 

O  bow  thine  ear,  eternal  One 537 

O  come  and  sing  your  Maker's  name        ^4^ 

O  come,  a  thousand  voices  call        -10 

O  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 229 

O  come  not  with  thy  tears  alone 5b9 

O  draw  me.  Father,  after  thee 126 

O'er  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God ^^bv 

O  Father,  full  of  grace 95 

O  Father,  full  of  truth  and  grace o4 

O  fear  not  thou  to  die 50^ 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God     .     .  • 377 

Oft  I  in  my  heart  have  said 181 

O  God  !  accept  the  sacred  hour 538 

O  God  !  by  whom  the  seed  is  given 35b 

O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past 223 

O  God  !  who  mad'st  the  earth  and  sky 287 

O  God  !  thou  Sovereign  Lord  of  all 169 

O  God  !  we  praise  thee  and  confess 20b 

O  God  !  whose  dread  and  dazzling  brow      ....  14 

O  God  !  whose  presence  glows  in  all 550 

O  happy  arms,  where  cradled  lies        527 

O  happy  Christian,  who  can  trust  .     .     •     •     •     •     •  473 

O  hear  me.  Lord  !  to  thee  I  call 397 

O  !  Heaven  is  where  no  secret  dread 510 

O!  help  us  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need 201 

O  here,  if  ever,  God  of  love        543 

O  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still       ....'..•  275 

O  let  the  prisoner's  mournful  sighs 575 

O  Lord,  my  best  desires  fulfil 3J4 

O  Lord  of  life,  and  truth,  and  grace 359 

O  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art 145 

O  lovely  voices  of  the  sky 343 

Oh  !  not  alone  with  outward  sign 580 

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XVIU  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

One  general  song  of  praise  arise 46 

One  prayer  I  have,  all  prayers  in  one 290 

On  the  dark  wave  of  Galilee 321 

On  thy  Church,  O  Power  Divine 371 

Open  Lord,  my  inward  ear 179 

Oppression  shall  not  always  reign        578 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord,  his  greatness  proclaim    .     .     .  243 

O  say  not,  think  not,  heavenly  notes 531 

O!  Source  of  uncreated  light 186 

O  sovereign  love,  to  thee  I  cry 149 

O  sweet  it  is  to  know,  to  feel -^  216 

O  that  my  heart  was  right  with  thee        139 

O  that  the  Comforter  would  come        178 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 142 

O  Thou,  from  whom  all  mercy  flows       .....  304 

O  Thou,  the  wretched's  sure  retreat 89 

O  Thou,  to  whose  all  searching  sight 202 

O  Thou,  who  art  above  all  height 549 

O  Thou,  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear 286 

O  Thou,  wiiose  mercy  bends  the  skies 44 

O  Thou,  whose  mercy  hears 79 

O  Thou,  whose  presence  went  before 561 

O  Thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  presides  .  4 

O  Thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command 143 

Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed       .....  173 

Our  God,  where'er  thy  people  meet 30 

Our  heavenly  Father  calls 127 

Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 23 

O  where  sliall  rest  be  found        476 

O  wh)-  did  I  my  Saviour  leave 82 

O  wondrous  depth  of  grace  divine 53 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan      ...  94 

Perpetual  Source  of  light  and  grace 446 

Pilgrim,  burthened  with  thy  sin 72 

Pilgrim,  in  the  path  of  life 417 

Praise,  O  praise  the  name  divine 48 

Praise  on  thee,  in  Zion's  gates 566 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choirs 239 

Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens  adore  him        ....  236 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise        .......  270 

Praise  to  God,  O  let  us  raise 21 

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INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  XIX 

Hymns. 

Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator Ill 

Praise  to  tliee,  thou  great  Creator 49 

Praise  with  my  heart,  my  mind,  my  voice   ....  124 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 157 

Prayer  is  the  spirit  of  our  God 160 

Prayer  is  to  God  the  soul's  sure  way        161 

Quiet  from  God  !   to  feel 283 

Raise  your  triumphant  songs 106 

Rejoice,  believer  in  the  Lord 451 

Rejoice  in  God  alway 385 

Return,  my  roving  heart,  return 395 

Return  my  soul,  and  seek  thy  rest 129 

Return  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest 477 

Return,  O  wanderer,  now  return 69 

Rich  day  of  iioly  thoughtful  rest 7 

Rise  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings 133 

Salvation!  O  the  joyful  sound 358 

Saviour,  T  my  cross  have  taken 412 

Saviour  of  the  sin  sick  soul 150 

Saviour  !  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 526 

Say  not  the  law  divine 182 

Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed 581 

Searcher  of  hearts,  before  thy  face 140 

See  Israel's  Shepherd  stand  . 525 

See  the  Lord,  thy  helper  stand        386 

See,  the  lovely  blooming  flower 487 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 490 

Shed  down,  O  Lord,  a  heavenly  ray 33 

Shine  forth,  eternal  Source  of  light 115 

Shout  ye  saints,  in  rapturous  song 341 

Show  pity.  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive 86 

Shepherd  of  Israel,  hear  my  prayer 330 

Since  first  thy  word  awaked  my  heart 112 

Since  I  've  known  a  Saviour's  love 105 

Since  the  Son  hath  made  me  free 155 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 230 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 509 

Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die 67 


XX  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymns. 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 492 

Sometimes  a  light  surprises 479 

Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 251 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 235 

Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant 407 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far 316 

Sons  of  renowned  sires 559 

Soul  !  celestial  in  thy  birth 60 

Source  of  truth,  whose  rays  alone 553 

Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies       ,..•....  269 

Sow  in  the  morn  thy  seed 583 

Spirit  of  Peace  !   who  as  a  dove 418 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear 404 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise 328 

Supreme  and  universal  Light 465 

Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power 196 

Sweet,  delightful  resignation '.  291 

Sweet  is  the  friendly  voice 93 

Sweet  is  the  love  that  mutual  flows 422 

Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 168 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 28 

Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 29 

Sweet  thy  memory,  Saviour  blest 536 

Teach  me,  oh  teach  me.  Lord,  thy  way        ....  194 

Teach  me,  my  God  and  King 440 

Teach  me  to  feel  another's  wo 414 

The  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing 437 

The  breaking  waves  dashed  high    .     .     .     .     .     .     .  558 

The  cloud  indeed  were  dark 285 

The  common  parent.  Lord  of  all 365 

The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers        ....  301 

The  dews  and  rains  in  all  their  store 359 

The  dove  let  loose  in  eastern  skies 378 

The  earth  arrayed  in  light,  in  summer's  golden  hours  512 

The  faith  that  works  by  love 456 

The  fountain  in  its  source 116 

The  glorious  universe  around 423 

The  green  earth  sends  its  incense  up 248 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory  Lord         357 

The  heavenly  spheres,  to  thee,  O  God 244 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  XXI 

Hymns. 

The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 10 

The  holy  dead  !    why  weep  ye  so        501 

The  Lord  descended  from  above 220 

The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know     .  255 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 340 

Tlie  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare 272 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 256 

The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might 221 

The  morning  light  is  breaking         354 

The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise 31 

The  peace  which  God  bestows 58 

The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod        548 

The  promises  I  sing 274 

The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined 360 

There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read        118 

There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep 503 

There  is  a  flower,  a  holy  one 458 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 508 

There  is  a  star,  whose  gentle  ray 462 

There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 352 

There  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen 478 

There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale 254 

There  's  not  a  hope  with  comfort  fraught     ....  324 

There  's  not  a  star  whose  gentle  light 249 

There  's  nothing  bright  above,  below 281 

The  saints  on  earth  and  those  above 521 

The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word 346 

The  Spirit  in  our  hearts 61 

The  thing  my  God  doth  hate 144 

The  traveller,  lost  in  night 97 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries  escape  to  the  mountain  66 

The  voice  of  God  comes  to  the  heedless  ear     ...  65 

The  wandering  star  and  fleeting  wind 447 

The  winter  is  over  and  gone 564 

They  who  on  the  Lord  rely        384 

They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace     ......  166 

Think  gently  of  the  erring 584 

Thou  art,  O'God  !  the  life  and  light 226 

Thou  art  the  First,  and  thou  the  Last 51 

Thou  art  the  truth,  whose  steady  day 411 

Though  every  grace  my  speech  adorned      ....  421 


XXll  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymn. 

Though  on  dreary  wilds  alone 167 

Thou  God  of  truth,  if  we  have  erred        57 

Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height      ....  374 

Thou  hidden  Source  of  calm  repose 480 

Thou,  O  my  God  !  thou  only  art 138 

Thou  see'st  my  feebleness 198 

Thou,  that  with  pallid  cheek 92 

Thou  who  dwell'st  in  light  above        22 

Thou  whom  my  soul  admires  above 410 

Thou  wliose  almighty  word        552 

Thrice  happy  souls,  who,  born  of  heaven    ....  474 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life        ....  381 

Thy  kingdom,  Lord,  forever  stands 257 

Thy  law  is  perfect.  Lord  of  light 348 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord 50 

Thy  presence,  ever  living  God        55 

"Thy  will  be  done;"  and  dost  thou  find    ....  293 

'T  is  God  the  spirit  leads        52 

'T  is  mercy  calls,  a  tribute  bring 259 

'T  is  my  happiness  below 303 

To  God  the  only  wise        -  110 

To  keep  the  lamp  alive 396 

To  prayer,  to  prayer,  when  the  morning  breaks    .     .  1 

To  the  haven  of  thy  breast 277 

To  thine  altars  I  repair 8 

To-morrow,  Lord,  is  thine 75 

Triumphant  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns 260 

Unheard,  the  dews  around  me  fall 225 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes 264 

Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours 199 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 493 

Voyager  on  life's  troubled  sea 73 

Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  heirs  of  hope 300 

Walk  in  the  light  !  so  shalt  thou  know         ....  452 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night        364 

Weak  and  irresolute  is  man        448 

We  ask  not  Lord,  thy  cloven  flame 344 

We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne 432 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES.  XXlll 

Hymn. 

We  come  not  with  a  costly  store 311 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 25 

We  meditate  the  day ., 336 

Were  not  the  sinful  Mary's  tears    .......  91 

We  sing  the  bright  and  morning  star        .....  317 

We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod 463 

What  is  this,  and  whither,  whence 134 

What  must  it  be  to  dwell  above 511 

What  sudden  blaze  of  song 320 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 388 

When  as  returns  this  solemn  day 6 

When  before  thy  throne  we  kneel 13 

When  darkness  long  has  veiled  the  mind     ....  450 

When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name 99 

When  Israel  of  the  Lord  beloved    .......  117 

When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain 405 

When  my  Father,  shall  I  be 137 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief 279 

When  power  divine  in  mortal  form 331 

When  shall  thy  love  constrain 85 

When  shall  we  meet  again 524 

When  spirits  from  their  cumbering  clay       ....  496 

Where  can  I  go  from  thee 215 

Where  is  the  tree  the  prophet  threw 289 

Where  love  with  other  graces  reigns 419 

While  here  as  wandering  sheep  we  stray     ....  195 

While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power 295 

While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun        601 

Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?  he  whom  thou 572 

Who  shall  behold  the  glorious  day            368 

Why  doth  my  Saviour  weep 333 

Why  my  soul,  forever  sighing 441 

Why  should  we  mourn  departing  friends      ....  498 

With  all  our  hearts,  with  all  our  powers      ....  38 

With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear 11 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud 567 

With  stately  towers  and  bulwarks  strong     ....  370 

Ye  Christian  heralds,  go  proclaim 555 

Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  Peace 535 

Ye  joyous  ones  upon  whose  brow 530 

Ye  nations  of  the  earth  rejoice        233 


XXIV  INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 

Hymn. 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord 445 

Ye  sons  of  men  his  praise  display 238 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam  !  join        252 

Ye  thirsting  souls,  ye  starving  poor    ......  64 

Zeal  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame 449 

Zion  awake  !  thy  strength  renew 372 


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I.  IXTRODUCTIO>f    AND    ClOSE    OF    WoRSHIP. Calls  tO 

Prayer,  1,  2.  Seeking  Refuge  and  Light,  3,  4.  Invitation 
to  God's  House,  5.  Sacrifice  of  the  Heart,  6.  Sabbath,  7. 
Holy  Desires,  8.  Worship,  9 — 13.  Prayer  for  Compas- 
sion, 14.  Thanksgiving  and  Praise,  15  —  22.  Lord's 
Prayer,  23.  Worship  in  Unity  of  Spirit,  24.  Jov  in  Wor- 
ship, 25—29.  Social  Worship,  30.  Pure  Worship,  31.— 
Closing  Hymns.  Seeking  Divine  Blessings,  32 — 34.  Neg- 
lect of  Privileges,  35.  Confidence  in  God,  36.  Lord's 
Prayer,  37.     Ascriptions  and  Closing  Hymns,  38 — 59. 

II.  Calls  of  the  Spirit. — The  Spirit  saith,  "Come," 
60,  61.  Christ's  Invitations,  62 — 64.  Pleadings  of  Grace, 
65,  66.  To  Sinners,  67—71.  Calls  of  Mercy,  72.  Fol- 
low me,  73.  Accepted  time,  74,  75.  Ark  of  Rest,  76. 
Acquaint  thee  with  God,  77. 

III.  Penitential. — Penitential,  78,  79.  Returning  to 
the  Ark,  80.  Reluctance  to  return,  81.  Unfaithfulness, 
82 — 84.  Constraining  Love,  85.  Imploring  Forgiveness, 
86,  87.  For  Penitence  and  Life,  88.  Mercy  to  the  Peni- 
tent, 89,  90.  His  Offering,  91,  92.  His  Peace,  93,  94. 
For  full  Assurance,  95,  96. 

IV.  Joy  IN  Believing  ;  Redeeming  Mercy. — Happy 
Change,  97,  98.  Experience  of  Grace,  99,  100.  "  Light  of 
those,"  101.  Pardoning  Mercy,  102,  103.  Believer's 
Peace,  104,  105.  Redeeming  Grace,  106 — 111.  Aspira- 
tions towards  God,  112. 

V.  Nearness  to  God. — God  the  supreme  Good,  113. 
"  Early  will  I  seek  thee,"  114.    Source  of  Knowledge  and 

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XXVI  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

Life,  115,  116.  Desires  for  his  Presence,  117,  118,  Sal- 
vation in  Him,  119,  120.  Walking  with  Him,  121—123. 
Thirsting  for  Him,  124,  125.  Living  to  Him,  126,  127. 
Our  Joy  and  Rest,  128,  129.     Panting  for  Him,  130—134. 

VI.  Perfect  Redemption. — Likeness  to  God,  135. 
Adoption  and  Union  with  God,  136 — 138.  For  Perfect 
Love  and  Purity,  139—144.  Joy  of  Love,  145—147.  For 
full  Salvation,  148 — 152.  Fulfihnent  of  Promises,  153. 
Dwelling  in  God,  154.  Spiritual  Freedom  and  Rest,  155, 
156. 

VIL  Prayer.— What  is  it.?  157,  158.  Prayer,  159.  Its 
Power,  160,  161.  Its  Spirit,  162.  Place,  163.  Seasons, 
164.  In  every  Place,  165.  Everywhere  heard,  166,  167, 
Secret  Prayer,  168.  For  its  Spirit,  169,  Solitary  Com- 
munion, 170 — 172. 

VIII.  Spiritual  Influences, — The  Comforter,  173. 
Its  Coming,  174,  175,  Its  Ministry  in  the  Soul,  176 — 182. 
God's  Presence  in  the  Heart,  183,  184. 

IX,  Desires  for  the  Spirit's  Guidance. — For  a  pro- 
pitious Gale,  185,  For  Light,  and  holy  Thoughts,  186, 
187,  The  Spirit's  Guidance,  188—191,  For  its  Wisdom, 
192—195,  God  our  Strength  and  Help,  196—199.  Grace 
like  the  Dew,  200.     Sufficient  for  us,  201—204. 

X,  Adoration. — Invocation,  205,  Te  Deum,  206,  Ado- 
ration, 207 — 209.  God's  Greatness  and  Condescension, 
210,  Adoring  Praise,  211 — 213.  Omnipresence  of  God, 
214,  215.  Joy  in  his  Presence,  216.  The  Only  True,  217. 
His  Holiness,  218,  219.  Majesty,  220.  Power,  221. 
Eternal  Dominion,  222,  223.  Glory  in  the  Heavens,  224 
—226.     Our  Keeper,  227. 

XI.  Praise.— General  Thanksgiving,  228— 232.  From 
all  Nations,  233,  From  Earth  and  Heaven,  234—238. 
Universal  Praise,  239,  For  impartial  Love,  240.  Daily 
Goodness,  241.  God's  Greatness  and  Goodness,  242,  243. 
Praise  from  Nature,  244—248.  Love  in  his  Works,  249 — 
253.  Peculiar  Praise  from  Man,  254.  God  our  Shep- 
herd, 255,  256.  Goodness  in  Providence  and  Grace,  257 
— 261.  God's  Compassions,  262.  Divine  Mercies,  263, 
264,     Eternal  Praise,  265,  266.     Ascription,  267. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS.  XXVll 

XII.  Trust  and  Reconciliation. — Come  ye  Discon- 
solate, 268.  Trust  in  Joy  or  Wo,  269—273.  Reliance, 
274,  275.  God  our  Refuge  and  Rock,  276—279.  God  is 
Love,  280,  281.  Encouragement,  282—286.  In  times  of 
Distress,  287,  288.  Power  of  Faith,  289.  "  Thy  will  be 
done,"  290,  291.  God  our  Father,  292.  For  Reconcilia- 
tion, 293.  Strength  as  our  Day,  294.  Perfect  Trust, 
295—300.  Blessing  to  those  who  mourn,  301—303. 
Remember  me,  304.     "  Gently,  Lord,"  305. 

XIII.  Jesus  :  his  Gospel,  Triumph,  Church. — Pre- 
pare his  way,  306.  Angel's  Song,  307 — 309.  His  Star, 
310.  Accepted  Tribute,  311.  His  Kingdom,  312,  313. 
Light  of  the  World,  314—317.  Mission,  318,  319.  Hope 
of  the  Heart,  320.  His  Stripes,  our  Healing,  321,  322. 
Looking  to  Him,  323—326.  Our  Refuge,  327,  328. 
Entering  Jerusalem,  329.  Shepherd  of  Israel,  330.  "It 
is  I,"  331.  Example  in  Suffering,  332.  Weeping  over 
Jerusalem,  333.  Good  Shepherd,  334.  Take  up  the  Cross, 
335.  Manifestation,  336.  Resurrection,  337 — 341.  Power 
of  the  Cross,  342.  Voices  of  the  Sky,  343.  Pentecost, 
344.  Gospel  Times,  345.  Glory  of  the  Word,  and  its 
Success,  346 — 358.  Showers  of  Grace,  359.  Light  to 
all  Nations,  360,  361.  Future  Glory  of  his  Kingdom, 
362—368.  The  Church,  and  its  Triumph,  369—372. 
City  of  God,  373. 

XIV.  The  Christian  Heart  and  Christian  Graces. 
— Love  of  God,  374.  For  its  Increase,  375—378.  Its 
Sweetness,  379—382.  Its  Confidence,  383—387.  Its 
Gratitude,  388,  389.  Its  Self-Consecration,  390—395.  Its 
Dependence  and  Reliance,  396 — 398.  Its  Joyful  Obedi- 
ence, 399.  Love  of  Jesus,  400.  Praise  for  his  Gospel, 
401—403.  Seeking  his  Presence,  404—408.  "  Lovest 
thou  Me  .?  "  409.  One  altogether  lovely,  410.  The  Truth 
and  Life,  411.  Taking  up  the  Cross,  412.  For  all 
Christian  Graces,  413 — 416.  "  Keep  us  from  the  evil," 
417.  Love  ;  its  Excellence,  418—422.  Fellowship  of 
Saints,  423,  424.  Christian  Friendship  and  Sympathy, 
425 — 429.  Forgiveness,  430.  Christian  Unity,  431.  Sin- 
cerity, 432.  Meekness,  433.  Independence,  434,  435. 
Simplicity,  436.  Humility,  437,  438.  Contentment,  439 
—442.  For  Watchfulness,  443—445.  Steadfastness,  446. 
Our  Frailty,  447,  448.    True  Zeal,  449.    Returning  Peace, 


XXVlll  INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 

450.  Perseverance,  451,  452.  Faith  in  God,  453,  454. 
Faith  our  Life,  455,  456.  Way  of  the  Righteov;s  and 
the  Wicked,  457.  Rest  of  Faith,  458.  Christian  W^arfare, 
459.  Faitli  and  Works,  460.  Increase  our  Faith,  461. 
Hope,  462.  Christian  Life  and  Aspirations,  463 — 472. 
Joy  of  a  holy  Life,  474 — 480. 

XV.  Funeral  Hymns,  Death,  Heaven. — Funeral 
Hymn,  481.  Death  of  Children,  and  of  Good  Men,  482 
— 490.  For  a  departed  Brother  and  Sister,  491,  492. 
Dving  Christian,  493,  494.  Departing  Spirits'  Home, 
495_500.  The  Dead,  Blessed,  501.  Life  and  Death, 
502.  Soul's  Return  to  God,  503.  Ministering  Spirits,  504, 
Heaven,  505 — 508.  Song  of  the  Redeemed,  509.  Vis- 
ions of  Heaven,  510 — 516.  Communion  of  Saints,  517, 
521.  Reunion  of  Friends,  518.  Heavenly  Joy,  519, 
520.  Blessing  to  those  who  mourn,  522,  523.  Eternal 
Reunion,  524. 

XVI.  Various  Occasions. — Baptism,. 525 — 528.  Early 
Religion,  529 — 531.  Family  Affection,  532.  Commun- 
ion, 533 — 536,  538 — 545,  547.  Dedication,  537,  546,  548. 
Ordination,  549,  550.  Missionary  Hymns,  551 — 553,  555. 
Memory  of  the  Fathers,  554,  556,557.  22nd  December, 
558,  559.  All-Saints,  560.  National  Anniversary,  561 
— 563.  Spring,  564.  Thanksgiving,  565 — 567.  Fast, 
568—570.  Anti-Slavery  Meetings,  571—579.  Call  of 
Truth,  580.  Encouragement,  581 — 583.  Compassion  for 
the  Sinning,  584.  Temperance,  585.  Honor  all  xMen, 
586.  Peace,  587.  Traveller's  Hvmns,  588—590.  Morn- 
ing and  Evening,  591—506.  Close  of  Year,  597,  598. 
Improvement  and  Flight  of  Time,  599 — 601. 


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1  p.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

Prayer  at  Morning  or  Evening. 

1  To  prayer,  to  prayer  !  when  the  morning  breaks, 
And  earth  in  her  Maker's  smile  awakes : 

His  light  is  on  all  below  and  above,  — 
The  light  of  gladness,  of  life,  and  of  love. 
O  then,  on  the  breath  of  the  early  air. 
Send  upward  the  incense  of  grateful  prayer. 

2  To  prayer  !  when  the  glorious  sun  is  gone, 
And  the  gathering  darkness  of  night  comes  on  : 
Like  a  curtain  from  God's  kind  hand  it  flows. 
To  shade  the  couch  where  his  children  repose. 
Then  kneel,  while  the  watching  stars  are  bright, 
And  give  your  last  thoughts  to  the  Guardian  of 

night. 

S  lis.  M. 

Father,  when  the  day  is  daivning. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  when  the  day  is  dawning, 
Then  in  gladness  I  pay  my  vows  unto  thee ; 
Like  incense  wafted  on  the  breath  of  morning. 
My  heart's  deepest  praises,  ascending,  shall  be. 
2 


3,  4  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

2  Yes,  thou  art  near  me,  when  sleeping  or  waking ; 
Still  unchanging  and  pure,  thy  love  shall  remain ; 
Wherever  I  wander,  thy  ways  forsaking, 

O  gently  reclaim,  and  restore  me  again. 

3  L.  M.  6  1.  Heber. 

Seeking  Refuge  in  God. 

1  Forth  from  the  dark  and  stormy  sky, 
Lord,  to  thine  altar's  shade  we  fly ; 
Forth  from  the  world,  its  hope  and  fear, 
Father,  we  seek  thy  shelter  here  : 
Weary  and  weak,  thy  grace  we  pray: 
Turn  not,  O  Lord !   thy  guests  away. 

2  Long  have  we  roamed  in  want  and  pain, 
Long  have  we  sought  thy  rest  in  vain ; 
Wildered  in  doubt,  in  darkness  lost. 
Long  have  our  souls  been  tempest-tost : 
Low  at  thy  feet  our  sins  we  lay ; 

Turn  not,  O  Lord !  thy  guests  away. 

4:  lOs.  M.  Dr.  Johnson. 

Divine  Light  implored. 

1  O  thou,  whose  power  o'er  moving  worlds  pre- 

sides. 
Whose  voice  created,  and  whose  wisdom  guides! 
On  darkling  man,  in  pure  effalgence  shine, 
And  cheer  the  clouded  mind  with  light  divine. 

2  'T  is  thine  alone  to  calm  the  pious  breast 
With  silent  confidence,  and  holy  rest; 

From  thee,  Great  God !  we  spring ;  to  thee  we 

tend ; 
Path,  motive,  guide,  original,  and  end. 


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5  S.  M.  E.  Taylor. 

Invitation  to  God's  House. 

1  Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 
O  thou  afflicted,  come ; 

The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  thee  there ; 
He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 
Ye  who  are  happy  now; 

In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise. 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  ;  your  voices  raise ; 

Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown, 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

4  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 
In  mercy  looks  on  all ; 

Who  see'st  the  tear  of  misery. 
And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call ; 

5  Up  to  thy  dwelling-place 
Bear  our  frail  spirits  on. 

Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 

O  L.  M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

The  Sacrifice  of  the  Heart. 

1  When,  as  returns  this  joyful  day, 
Man  comes  to  meet  his  Maker,  God, 
What  rites,  what  honors  shall  he  pay? 
How  spread  his  Sovereign's  praise  abroad  ? 


7,  8  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

2  From  marble  domes,  and  gilded  spires, 
Shall  curling  clouds  of  incense  rise  ? 
And  gems,  and  gold,  and  garlands  deck 
The  costly  pomp  of  sacrifice  ? 

3  Vain,  sinful  man  !   creation's  Lord 
Thy  golden  offerings  well  may  spare ; 
But  give  thy  heart,  and  thou  shall  find 
Here  dwells  a  God  who  heareth  prayer. 

7  L.  M. 

The  Sabbath. 

1  Rich  day  of  holy  thoughtful  rest! 
May  we  improve  thy  calm  repose, 
And  find  that  peace  a  present  guest, 
The  soul  which  loves  thee  only  knows. 

2  Lord,  may  thy  truth,  upon  the  heart 
Now  fall  and  dwell,  as  heavenly  dew; 
And  flowers  of  grace  in  freshness  start 
Where  once  the  weeds  of  error  grew. 

3  May  prayer  now  lift  her  sacred  wings, 
Contented  with  that  aim  alone 
Which  bears  her  to  the  King  of  kings, 
And  rests  her  at  his  shelterinor  throne. 

8  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

HoIi/  Desires. 

1  To  thine  altars  I  repair  ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there ; 
While  thy  glorious  name  is  sung. 
Touch  my  heart,  unloose  my  tongue. 


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9,  10 


2  While  I  hearken  to  thy  law, 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe, 
Till  thy  Gospel  bring  to  me, 
Life  and  immortality. 

3  From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 

''  I  have  walked  with  God  to-day." 

9  L.  M.  Watts. 

Worship. 

1  God  in  his  earthly  temples  lays 
Foundations  for  his  heavenly  praise ; 
And  loves  to  see  that  worship  rise, 
Which  forms  his  offspring  for  the  skies. 

2  His  mercy  every  place  attends, 
Whence  pure  devotion's  flame  ascends; 
And  ever  lends  a  gracious  ear. 
Where  souls  unite  in  praise  and  prayer. 

3  Father  supreme !  whose  sovereign  sway, 
All  worlds,  all  beings  must  obey, — 
May  our  first  wish  and  object  be, 

On  earth,  in  heaven,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

to  C.  M.  Drennan. 

God  may  he  worshipped  in  every  place. 

1  The  heaven  of  heavens  cannot  contain 
The  universal  Lord ; 
Yet  he  in  humble  hearts  will  deign 
To  dwell,  and  be  adored. 


11  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

2  Where'er  ascends  the  sacrifice 

Of  fervent  praise  and  prayer, 
Or  on  the  earth,  or  in  the  skies, 
The  God  of  heaven  is  there. 

3  His  presence  is  diffused  abroad 

Through  realms,  through  worlds  unknown  ; 
Who  seek  the  mercies  of  our  God 
Are  ever  near  his  throne. 

11  CM.  Watts. 

The  Divine  Perfections. 

1  With  reverence  let  the  saints  appear, 

And  bow  before  the  Lord  ; 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  own  his  sovereign  word. 

2  Heaven,  earth,  and 'sea,  confess  his  hand  ; 

He  bids  the  vapors  rise. 
And  wind,  and  storms,  at  his  command 
Sweep  through  the  sounding  skies. 

3  His  voice  can  raofinor  winds  control. 

And  rule  the  boisterous  deep; 
He  bids  the  sleeping  billows  roll, 
The  rolling  billows  sleep. 

4  Justice  and  judgment  are  his  throne, 

Yet  boundless  is  his  ofrace : 
While  truth  and  mercy,  joined  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  his  face. 


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13  L.  M.         Salisbury  Coll. 

Humble  Worship. 

1  Lo  !  God  is  here ;  let  us  adore, 
And  humbly  bow  before  his  face ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
Let  all  within  us  seek  his  grace. 

2  Being  of  beings  !  may  our  praise 
Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill : 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face. 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 

3  More  of  thy  presence,  Lord!  impart; 
More  of  thine  image  may  we  bear : 
Erect  thy  throne  within  our  heart. 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

13  7s.  M.  BowRiNG. 

Humble  Worship. 

1  When  before  thy  throne  we  kneel. 
Filled  with  awe  and  holy  fear. 
Teach  us,  O  our  God,  to  feel 

All  thy  sacred  presence  near. 

2  Check  each  proud  and  wandering  thought 
When  on  thy  great  name  we  call ; 

Man  is  nought,  is  less  than  nought; 
Thou,  our  God,  art  all  in  all. 

3  Weak,  imperfect  creatures,  we 
In  this  vale  of  darkness  dwell; 
Yet  presume  to  look  to  thee 
'Midst  thy  light  ineffable. 

4  O  receive  the  praise  that  dares 
Seek  thy  heaven-exalted  throne ; 
Bless  our  offerings,  hear  our  prayers^ 
Infinite  and  Holy  One  I 


14,  15  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

14  C.  M.  Bryant. 

Prayer  for  Compassion. 

1  O  God  !  whose  dread  and  dazzling  brow 

Love  never  yet  forsook, 
On  those  who  seek  thy  presence  now, 
In  deep  compassion  look. 

2  For  many  a  frail  and  erring  heart 

Is  in  thy  holy  sight. 
And  feel  too  willing  to  depart 
From  the  plain  way  of  right. 

3  Yet  pleased  the  humble  prayer  to  hear, 

And  kind  to  all  that  live. 
Thou,  when  thou  seest  the  contrite  tear, 
Art  ready  to  forgive. 

4  Lord !  aid  us  vi^ith  thy  heavenly  grace 

Our  truest  bliss  to  find  ; 
Nor  sternly  judge  our  erring  race, 
So  feeble,  and  so  blind. 

15  S.  M.  Watts. 

Thanksgiving  for  God's  Blessings. 

1  O  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Let  all  within  me  join. 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 

Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  He  fills  the  poor  with  good ; 
He  gives  the  sufferers  rest : 

The  Lord  hath  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  mercy  for  the  oppressed. 


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4  'T  is  he  forgives  thy  sins, 
'T  is  he  relieves  thy  pain, 

'T  is  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  gives  thee  strength  again. 

5  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 
When  rescued  from  the  grave ; 

He  who  redeems  thy  soul  from  death, 
From  every  ill  can  save. 

10  '''S.    M.  BOWRING. 

All  from  God. 

1  Father  !  thy  paternal  care 

Has  my  guardian  been,  my  guide ! 
Every  hallowed  wish  and  prayer 
Has  thy  hand  of  love  supplied  ; 
Thine  is  every  thought  of  bliss. 
Left  by  hours  and  days  gone  by ; 
Every  hope  thy  oifspring  is. 
Beaming  from  futurity. 

2  Every  sun  of  splendid  ray  ; 
Every  moon  that  shines  serene; 
Every  morn  that  welcomes  day ; 
Every  evening's  twilight  scene; 
Every  hour  which  wisdom  brings ; 
Every  incense  at  thy  shrine; 
These  —  and  all  life's  holiest  things, 
And  its  fairest  —  all  are  thine. 

3  And  for  all,  my  hymns  shall  rise 
Daily  to  thy  gracious  throne  : 
Thither  let  my  asking  eyes 

Turn  unwearied  —  riorhteous-One  ! 


17,   18  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

Throuorh  life's  strange  vicissitude 
There  reposing  all  my  care ; 
Trusting  still,  through  ill  and  good, 
Fixed,  and  cheered,  and  counselled  there. 

17  7s.  M.  Milton. 

Cheerful  Praise. 

1  Let  us  with  a  gladsome  mind 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  is  kind; 
For  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  He,  by  wisdom  did  create 
Heaven's  expanse,  and  all  its  state; 
And  with  all  commanding  might, 
Filled  the  new  made  world  with  light. 

3  All  things  living  he  doth  feed ; 
His  full  hand  supplies  their  need  : 
Let  us  therefore  warble  forth 

His  high  majesty  and  worth. 

4  He  his  mansion  hath  on  high, 
Above  the  reach  of  mortal  eye  ; 
And  his  mercies  shall  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

18  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Praise  for  God's  Power  and  Love. 

1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 
God,  whose  glory  fills  the  sky; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  forgiven, 
Man,  the  well  beloved  of  Heaven. 


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2  Sovereign  Father,  Heavenly  King  ! 
Thee  we  now  presume  to  sing; 
Glad  thine  attributes  confess, 
Glorious  all  and  numberless. 

3  Hail,  by  all  thy  works  adored ! 
Hail,  the  everlastino-  Lord  ! 

Thee  with  thankful  hearts  we  prove, 
God  of  power,  and  God  of  love. 

4  Bow  thine  ear,  in  mercy  bow, 
Hear  thy  pleading  children  now! 
Father,  in  thy  strength  we  pray, 
Take,  O  take  our  sins  away. 

19  L.  M.  Pope's  Coll. 

God  our  Guardian. 

1  As  the  good  shepherd  gently  leads 

His  wandering  flocks  to  verdant  meads, 
Where  winding  rivers  soft  and  slow. 
Amid  the  flowery  landscape  flow; 

2  So  God,  the  guardian  of  my  soul, 
Does  all  my  erring  steps  control : 
When  lost  in  sin's  perplexing  maze, 
He  brings  me  back  to  virtue's  ways. 

3  Thine  ever  watchful  providence 
Is  my  support  and  my  defence  : 
With  thee  I  am  of  all  possessed, 
And,  in  thy  favor,  fully  blessed. 

4  O  bounteous  God  !  my  future  days 
Shall  be  devoted  to  thy  praise ; 
And  in  thy  house,  thy  sacred  name 
And  wondrous  grace  shall  be  my  theme. 


20,  21  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

30  7s.  M.  Merrick. 

Praise  for  God's  Universal  Goodness. 

1  Lift  your  voice,  and  joyful  sing 
Praises  to  your  heavenly  King; 
For  his  blessings  far  extend, 
And  his  bounty  kaows  no  end. 

2  Honor  pay  to  heaven's  high  Lord, 
And  his  wondrous  deeds  record  ; 
Through  the  various  realms  of  earth, 
Praise  him  all  of  human  birth  : 

3  Him,  who,  o'er  this  earthly  ball 
Looks  with  equal  eye  on  all, 
And  to  everything  that  lives, 
Rich  supplies  of  blessings  gives. 

4  To  the  crreat  eternal  Kincr 
Raise  your  voice,  and  joyful  sing; 
For  his  mercies  wide  extend. 
And  his  bounty  knows  no  end. 

21  7s.    M.  FOLLEN. 

Praise. 

1  Praise  to  God ;  O,  let  us  raise 
From  our  hearts  a  song  of  praise; 
Of  that  goodness  let  us  sing 
Whence  our  lives  and  blessings  spring. 

2  Praise  to  Him  who  made  the  light! 
Praise  to  Him  who  gave  us  sight! 
Praise  to  Him  who  formed  the  ear ! 
He  our  humble  praise  will  hear. 


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22 


3  Praise  Him  for  our  happy  hours  ; 
Praise  Him  for  our  varied  powers  ; 
For  these  thoughts  that  soar  above ; 
For  these  hearts  he  made  for  love. 

4  For  the  voice  he  placed  within, 
Bearinor  witness  when  we  sin  ; 
Praise  him,  every  heart  and  voice. 
Him  who  makes  the  world  rejoice. 

^^  7s.  M.  Sandys. 

Praise  at  all  Times. 

1  Thou  who  dwell'st  in  light  above ! 
Thou  in  whom  we  live  and  move ! 
Thou  who  art  most  great,  most  high ! 
God  from  all  eternity ! 

2  O  how  sweet,  how  excellent 

'T  is  when  tongues  and  hearts  consent, 
Grateful  hearts,  and  joyful  tongues, 
Hymning  thee  in  tuneful  songs ! 

3  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies. 
When  the  stars  of  evening  rise. 
We  thy  praises  will  record, 
Sovereign  Ruler,  mighty  Lord ! 

4  Decks  the  spring  with  flowers  the  field  1 
Harvest  rich  doth  autumn  yield  ? 
Giver  of  all  good  below  ! 

Lord,  from  thee  these  blessings  flow. 

5  Sovereign  Ruler  !  mighty  Lord ! 
We  thy  praises  will  record : 
Giver  of  these  blessingrs  !  we 
Pour  the  grateful  song  to  thee. 


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23  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father,  hear 
The  prayer  we  offer  now : 

Thy  name  be  hallowed  far  and  near, 
To  thee  all  nations  bow. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come  ;  thy  will 
On  earth  be  done  in  love, 

As  saints  and  seraphim  fulfil 
Thy  perfect  law  above. 

3  Our  daily  bread  supply, 
While  by  thy  word  we  live: 

The  guilt  of  our  iniquity 
Forgive  as  we  forgive. 

4  From  dark  temptation's  power 
Our  feeble  hearts  defend ; 

Deliver  in  the  evil  hour, 
And  guide  us  to  the  end. 

5  Thine,  then,  forever  be 
Glory  and  power  divine  : 

The  sceptre,  throne,  and  majesty 
Of  heaven  and  earth  are  thine. 

24  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Worsliipping  in  Unity  of  Spirit. 

1  Behold  yon  bright  array 
Before  the  Father's  throne  ! 

There,  young  nor  old,  there  rich  nor  poor. 
There  bond  nor  free  are  known. 

2  At  once  they  strike  their  lyres ; 
At  once  they  sing,  and  all 

With  trembling  joy,  and  silent  love, 
In  adoration  fall. 


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3  Whate'er  their  lot  below, 
As  fellow-heirs  of  bliss, 

In  heaven  their  services  are  one : 
Let  earth  be  heaven  in  this. 

4  As  brethren,  so  may  we 
Worship  with  one  accord ; 

In  stillness  wait,  in  prayer  bow  down, 
And  bless  and  praise  the  Lord. 

5  As  pilgrims  on  their  way, 
God's  earthly  courts  we  fill. 

And  travel  on  from  strength  to  strength. 
In  love,  to  Zion's  hill. 

^25  S.  M.  Watts. 

Delight  in  Worship. 

1     Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest. 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes. 

3     The  King  himself  comes  near, 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day ; 
Here  may  we  sit,  and  see  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 
Where  my  dear  Lord  hath  been, 

Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this ; 

And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 


36,  27  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

36  S.  M.  Watts. 

Joy  in  Worship. 

1  Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
And  let  your  joys  be  known  ; 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 
And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  The  sorrows  of  the  mind 
Be  banished  from  the  place : 

Religion  never  was  designed 
To  make  our  pleasures  less. 

3  The  hill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets. 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 

4  The  men  of  grace  have  fcund 
Glory  begun  below : 

Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground, 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

37  H.   M.  Watts. 

Joy  in  JVorship. 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above. 
How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love. 
Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 

To  thine  abode  My  heart  aspires, 

With  warm  desires         To  see  my  God. 

2  The  sparrow  for  her  young 
With  pleasure  seeks  a  nest. 
And  wandering  swallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  rest : 

My  spirit  faints,  With  equal  zeal 

To  rise  and  dwell  Among  thy  saints. 


OF    WORSHIP.  28 

3  O  happy  souls  that  pray 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Their  constant  service  there ! 

They  praise  thee  still ;      And  happy  they 
Who  love  the  way,  To  Zion's  hill. 

4  They  go  from  strength  to  strength 
Through  life's  decaying  years, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears : 
O  glorious  seat,        Where  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  Our  willing  feet ! 

•28  L.  M.  Watt8. 

The  Joy  of  Worship, 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  ! 
To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  sing; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 

And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  My  soul  shall  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works  and  bless  his  word : 
His  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine ! 
How  deep  his  counsels,  how  divine ! 

3  Lord !  may  we  walk  with  growing  strength 
Till  all  shall  meet  in  heaven  at  length  ; 
Till  all  before  thy  face  appear. 

And  join  in  nobler  worship  there. 

4  Then  shall  we  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  we  desired,  or  wished,  below ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ. 

In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 
3 


29,  30  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

SO  S.  M.        Spirit  of  the  Ps. 

"  Jif  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  unto  the  Lord,^' 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing, 

To  praise  thy  name,  and  hear  thy  word. 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

2  Sweet  at  the  dawning  hour, 
Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 

And  when  the  night-wind  shuts  the  flower, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

3  Sweet  on  this  day  of  rest, 
To  join  in  heart  and  voice, 

With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best 
And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

4  To  songs  of  praise  and  joy. 
Be  every  Sabbath  given  ; 

Fc  ■  such  shall  be  our  blest  employ, 
Eternally  in  Heaven. 

30  L.  M.  CowPER. 

For  Social  Worship. 

1  Our  God,  where'er  thy  people  meet, 
There  they  behold  thy  mercy-seat ; 
Where'er  they  seek  thee,  thou  art  found, 
And  every  place  is  hallowed  ground. 

2  For  thou,  within  no  walls  confined, 
Inhabitest  the  humble  mind ; 

Such  ever  bring  thee  when  they  come, 
And,  going,  take  thee  to  their  home. 


OF    WORSHIP.  31 

3  How  may  we  prove  the  power  of  prayer        v 
To  strengthen  faith  and  sweeten  care  ; 

To  teach  our  faint  desires  to  rise, 
And  bring  all  heaven  before  our  eyes. 

4  Lord,  we  are  few,  but  thou  art  near  ; 
Nor  short  thine  arm,  nor  deaf  thine  ear  : 
O,  rend  the  heavens,  come  quickly  down, 
And  make  a  thousand  hearts  thine  own } 

31  C.    M.  BOWRING. 

Pure  Worship. 

1  The  offerings  to  thy  throne  which  rise, 

Of  mingled  praise  and  prayer, 
Are  but  a  worthless  sacrifice. 
Unless  the  heart  be  there. 

2  Upon  thine  all-discerning  ear 

Let  no  vain  words  intrude ; 
No  tribute  but  the  vow  sincere,  — .^^^^ 
The  tribute  of  the  good.  j 

3  My  offerings  will  indeed  be  blest, 

If  sanctified  by  thee ; 
If  thy  pure  spirit  touch  my  breast 
With  its  own  purity. 

4  O,  may  that  spirit  warm  my  heart 

To  piety  and  love. 
And  to  life's  lowly  vale  impart 
Some  rays  from  heaven  above. 


32,  33  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

32  C.  M.  Cappe's  Selec. 
Prayer  for  Spiritual  Blessings. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  light  and  life, 

Supremely  good  and  wise  ! 
To  thee  we  pay  our  grateful  vows, 
To  thee  lift  up  our  eyes. 

2  Our  dark  and  erring  minds  illume 

With  truth's  celestial  rays ; 
Inspire  our  hearts  with  sacred  love, 
And  tune  our  lips  to  praise. 

3  Conduct  us  safely  by  thy  grace, 

Through  life's  perplexing  road, 
To  pleasures  which  forever  flow 
At  thy  right  hand,  O  God  ! 

33  L.  M.  H.  MooRE. 

Light  fiom  God. 

1  Shed  down,  O  Lord !  a  heavenly  ray, 
To  guide  me  in  the  doubtful  way ; 
And  o'er  me  hold  thy  shield  of  power. 
To  guard  me  in  the  dangerous  hour. 

2  Teach  me  the  flattering  paths  to  shun. 
In  which  the  thoughtless  many  run  ; 
Who  for  a  shade  the  substance  miss. 
And  grasp  their  ruin  in  their  bliss. 

3  May  never  pleasure,  wealth,  or  pride. 
Allure  my  wandering  soul  aside ; 
Nor  tempt  me  from  the  narrow  road, 
Which  leads  to  virtue  and  to  God. 


OF   WORSHIP.  34,  35 

34  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Seeking  Divine  Blessings, 

1  Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 

O  !  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ; 
Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain? 

2  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford  ; 
Let  thy  spirit  now  impart, 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

3  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return  ; 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

4  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  gracious  God,  and  kind; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

35  C.  M.  Watts. 

Neglect  of  Privileges. 

1  Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 

Of  thy  salvation,  Lord  ! 
Yet  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found. 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 

2  Great  God !  thy  sovereign  power  impart. 

To  give  thy  word  success  ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart. 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace. 


36,  37  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

3  Come,  ere  our  feet  again  retire 

From  this  devoted  place, 
Our  feeble  purposes  inspire 
With  thine  awakening  grace. 

4  O  !  shed  anew  through  every  heart 

A  glow  of  love  divine  ; 
Nor  let  thy  fear  from  us  depart, 
Till  we  are  wholly  thine. 

36  C.  M.  Jervis. 

Confidence  in  God. 

1  Great  God  !  thine  attributes  divine. 

Thy  glorious  works  and  ways. 
The  wonders  of  thy  power  and  might, 
The  universe  displays. 

2  In  safety  may  thy  children  rest 

On  thy  sustaining  arm  ; 
Extended  still,  and  stronor  to  save 
From  danger  and  alarm. 

3  O  may  thy  gracious  presence.  Lord ! 

Chase  anxious  fears  away ; 
Amidst  the  ruins  of  the  world. 
Our  guardian,  and  our  stay. 

37  L.  M.  Pope's  Coll. 

The  Lord's  Prayer. 

1  Father  adored  in  worlds  above ! 
Thy  glorious  name  be  hallowed  still ; 
Thy  kingdom  come  with  power  and  love, 
And  earth,  like  heaven,  obey  thy  will. 


OF  WORSHIP.  38,  39^^ 

2  Lord !  make  our  daily  wants  thy  care ; 
Forgive  the  sins  which  we  forsake ; 
And  let  us  in  thy  kindness  share, 

As  fellow-men  of  ours  partake. 

3  Evils  beset  us  every  hour ; 

Thy  kind  protection  we  implore  : 
Thine  is  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power. 
Be  thine  the  glory  evermore. 

38  L.  M.         Spirit  of  the  Ps. 

''  I  will  worship  toward  thy  holy  Temple." 

1  With  all  our  hearts,  with  all  our  powers, 
We  praise  the  Lord,  whose  bounteous  hand 
Unnumbered  gifts  profusely  showers. 

On  every  nation,  every  land. 

2  We  praise  him  in  his  sacred  fane. 

We  praise  him  'midst  the  assembled  throng ; 
Nor  will  a  gracious  God  disdain 
The  tribute  of  our  earthly  song. 

3  We  praise  him  for  his  faithful  love ; 
We  praise  him  for  his  blessed  Son, 
Who  died  for  man,  who  reigns  above, 
With  God,  the  high  and  holy  One. 

30  7s.  M.  Montgomery, 

Ascription  of  Praise. 

1  All  ye  nations  praise  the  Lord, 
All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise; 
Heaven  and  earth,  with  loud  accord 
Praise  the  Lord,  forever  praise. 


40,  41  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 
Past,  and  present,  and  to  be. 
Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 
Like  his  own  eternity. 

3  Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love; 
Praise  him,  from  the  depths  beneath ; 
Praise  him  in  the  heights  above ; 
Praise  your  Maker,  all  that  breathe. 

40  8    &-    "^S.    M.  BiCKERSTETH. 

Closing  Hymn. 

1  Israel's  Shepherd,  guide  me,  feed  me. 

Through  my  pilgrimage  below, 
And  beside  the  waters  lead  me, 
Where  thy  flock  rejoicing  go. 

2  Lord,  thy  guardian  presence  ever. 

Meekly  kneeling,  I  implore ; 
I  have  found  thee,  and  would  never, 
Never  wander  from  thee  more. 

41  8  &  7s.  M.  Newton. 

Prayer  for  a  Blessing. 

1  May  the  grace  of  Christ,  our  Saviour, 

And  the  Father's  boundless  love, 
With  the  Holy  Spirit's  favor, 
Rest  upon  us  from  above. 

2  Thus  may  we  abide  in  union 

With  each  other  and  the  Lord, 
And  possess  in  sweet  communion, 
Joys  which  earth  cannot  afford. 


OF  WORSHIP.  42,  43,  44 

4:3  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Filial  Obedience. 

1  Eternal  Source  of  life  and  thought, 
Be  all  beneath  thyself  forgot : 

Whilst  thee,  great  Parent-mind,  we  own, 
In  prostrate  homage  round  thy  throne. 

2  O  may  we  live  before  thy  face. 
The  willing  subjects  of  thy  grace ; 
And  through  each  path  of  duty  move, 
With  filial  awe  and  filial  love. 

43  7s.  M.  Cennick. 
God  our  only  Guide. 

1   Children  of  the  heavenly  King, 

As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Maker's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below ; 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be. 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

44  L.  M. 

Praise  from  all  Nations. 

1  O  THOU  whose  mercy  bends  the  skies. 
To  answer  when  thy  people  pray. 

All  lands  to  thee  shall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  every  yielding  heart  obey. 

2  The  willing  nations  yet  shall  come. 
To  Zion's  hill  to  own  their  Lord; 
The  rising  and  the  setting  sun, 
Shall  yet  behold  thy  name  adored. 


45,  46,  47      INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

45  7s.  M.  Keble,  alt. 
Lowly  TJianhsgiving . 

1  Lord,  by  every  heart  and  tongue 
Be  thy  praise  so  duly  sung, 

That  thine  aDgel's  harps  may  ne'er 
Fail  to  find  an  echo  here. 

2  Childlike  though  our  voices  be, 
Poor  and  weak  our  minstrelsy, 
God  a  blessing  still  imparts 
When  it  flows  fi-om  childlike  hearts. 

46  L.  M. 

Ascription  of  Praise. 

1  One  general  song  of  praise  arise 

To  God,  whose  goodness  ceaseless  flows ; 
Who  dwells  enthroned  beyond  the  skies, 
And  life  and  breath  on  all  bestows. 

2  O  bow  to  God,  all  ye  that  live. 
Submissive  to  his  holy  will ! 
To  God  eternal  praises  give. 
And  all  his  blest  commands  fulfil. 

47  L.  M.  Watts. 

Universal  Praise. 

1  From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ! 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord ! 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word; 

Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


OF  WORSHIP.  48,  49,  50 

48  7s.  M.  Merrick. 
Universal  Hallelujah. 

1  Praise,  O  praise  the  name  divine, 
Praise  him  at  the  hallowed  shrine; 
Let  the  firmament  on  high 

To  its  Maker's  praise  reply. 

2  All  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 

In  his  praise  that  breath  employ, 
And  in  one  great  chorus  join  ; 
Praise,  O  praise  the  name  divine. 

49  8  &  7s.  M.  Fawcett. 

Ascription  of  Praise. 

1  Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator  ! 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue ; 
Join  my  soul !  with  every  creature. 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound  his  praise  through  earth  and  heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high. 

50  S.  M.  Watts. 

Doxology. 

1  Thy  name.  Almighty  Lord  ! 
Shall  sound  through  distant  lands ; 

Great  is  thy  grace,  and  sure  thy  word ; 
Thy  truth  forever  stands. 

2  Far  be  thine  honor  spread. 
And  long  thy  praise  endure. 

Till  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 
Shall  be  exchanged  no  more. 


51,  52,  53      INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

51  C.    M.  ESTLIN. 

Doxology. 

1  Thou  art  the  First,  and  thou  the  Last ; 

Time  centres  all  in  thee  : 
The  Almighty  God,  who  was,  and  is, 
And  evermore  shall  be. 

2  To  thee  let  every  tongue  be  praise, 

And  every  heart  be  love; 
All  grateful  honors  paid  on  earth. 
And  nobler  songs  above. 

5S  S.  M.        Chris.  Psalmist. 

God  working  in  the  Soul. 

1  'T  IS  God  the  spirit  leads 
In  paths  before  unknown  ; 

The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours ; 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  'T  is  he  that  works  to  will, 
'T  is  he  that  works  to  do, 

His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act. 
His  be  the  glory  too. 

53  C.  M. 

"  To  know  Thee  is  life  Eternal." 

1  O  WONDROUS  depth  of  grace  divine. 

My  soul  would  fain  adore : 
Dear  Father,  let  me  call  thee  mine. 
And  I  will  ask  no  more. 

2  By  thee  in  all  things  richly  blest. 

Low  at  thy  feet  I  fall ; 
Thou  art  my  Hope,  my  Life,  my  Rest, 
My  Father,  and  my  all ! 


OF  WORSHIP.  54,  55,  56 

54  C.  M. 

Life  and  Rest  in  God. 

1  Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  Truth ! 

Our  waiting  hearts  inspire  : 
O  light  the  flame  of  sacred  love, 
And  breathe  the  pure  desire. 

2  Thy  word  can  soothe  the  troubled  mind. 

With  doubt  and  fear  oppressed ; 
Thou,  to  the  dying  life  canst  give. 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

55  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

*'  God  shall  cause  his  face  to  shine  upon  us." 

1  Thy  presence,  ever-living  God, 

Wide  through  all  nature  spreads  abroad; 
Thy  watchful  eyes  which  never  sleep, 
In  every  place  thy  children  keep. 

2  To  thee  we  now  commit  our  ways. 
And  still  implore  thy  heavenly  grace  : 
O  let  thy  face  upon  us  shine ; 

Still  guide  us  Lord,  and  make  us  thine, 

5^  L.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 

The  Bread  of  Life. 

1  Father,  supply  my  every  need ; 
Sustain  the  life  thyself  hast  given ; 
Oh !  grant  the  never-failing  bread. 

The  manna  that  comes  down  from  heaven. 

2  The  gracious  fruits  of  righteousness. 
Thy  blessing's  unexhausted  store. 
In  me  abundantly  increase ; 

Nor  ever  let  me  hunger  more ! 


57,  58  INTRODUCTION    AND    CLOSE 

57  L.  M. 

The  God  of  Tmith  and  Love. 

1  Thou  God  of  Truth,  if  we  have  erred, 
Through  darkness,  from  thy  holy  word, 
Shed  on  our  minds  thy  better  light. 
That  we  may  worship  thee  aright. 

2  Thou  God  of  Love,  thy  grace  impart, 
With  this  thy  law,  to  every  heart ; 
To  love  as  we  are  loved  in  heaven. 
Forgive  as  we  are  there  forgiven. 

58  P.  M. 
Blessing  after  Service. 

1  The  peace  which  God  bestows 
Through  him  who  died  and  rose. 

The  peace  the  Father  giveth  through  the  Son, 

Be  known  in  every  mind, 

The  broken  heart  to  bind, 
And  bless  each  traveller  as  he  journeys  on. 

2  Ye  who  have  known  to  weep, 
Where  your  beloved  sleep ; 

Ye  who  have  raised  the  deep,  the  bitter  cry, 

God's  blessing  be  as  balm, 

The  fevered  heart  to  calm. 
And  wondrous  peace  the  troubled  mind  supply. 

3  Ere  daily  strifes  begin 
The  war  without,  within. 

The  God  of  love,  with  spirit  and  with  power, 

Now  on  each  bended  head 

His  wondrous  blessing  shed, 
And  keep  us  all  through  every  troubled  hour. 


OF    WORSHIP.  59 

59  p.  M.         Toplady's  Coll. 

Divine  Blessing  implored. 

1  Lord  !  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Let  us  each  thy  peace  possessing, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love  : 

Still  support  us 
While  in  duty's  path  we  move. 

2  Thanks  we  give,  and  adoration, 

For  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound ; 

May  thy  presence 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 


Olalb  oi  tl)c  Spirit 


GO  7s.  M. 

"  And  the  Spirit  saith,  Come." 

1  Soul  !  celestial  in  thy  birth, 
Dwelling  yet  in  lowest  earth, 
Panting,  shrinking  to  be  free, 
Hear  God's  Spirit  whisper  thee. 

2  Thus  it  saith,  in  accents  mild, 

"  Weary  wanderer,  wayward  child, 
From  thy  Father's  earnest  love. 
Still,  forever,  wilt  thou  rove? " 

3  Turn  to  hope,  and  peace,  and  light. 
Freed  from  sin,  and  earth,  and  night ; 
I  have  called,  entreated  thee, 

In  my  mercies  gentle,  free. 

4  Human  soul,  in  love  divine, 
Have  I  sought  to  make  thee  mine ; 
Still  for  thee  good  angels  yearn ; 
Human  soul  wilt  thou  return  ? 

Ol  S.  M.  Episcopal  Coll. 

"  God  the  Spirit  saith,  Come." 

1  The  Spirit  in  our  hearts. 

Is  whispering,  "Sinner,  come;" 
The  Bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims 
To  all  his  children,  "  come!  " 


CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  62 

2  Let  him  that  heareth,  say 
To  all  about  him,  come  ! 

Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness. 
To  Christ  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 
O  let  him  freely  come. 

And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life; 
'T  is  Jesus  bids  you  come. 

4  Lo !  Jesus  who  invites. 
Declares,  "I  quickly  come!" 

Lord,  even  so!  I  wait  thine  hour; 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  come  ! 

63  7s.  M.  Barbauld. 

Christ's  Invitations. 

1  Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
Come  and  make  my  paths  your  choice  : 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home ; 
Weary  pilgrim  !  hither  come. 

2  Thou  who  houseless,  sole,  forlorn, 
Long  hast  borne  the  proud  world's  scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste, 
Weary  pilgrim  !  hither  haste. 

3  Ye  who  tossed  on  beds  of  pain, 
Seek  for  ease,  and  seek  in  vain : 
Ye  whose  swoln  and  sleepless  eyes, 
Watch  to  see  the  morning  rise ; 

4  Ye,  by  fiercer  anguish  torn. 

In  remorse  for  guilt  who  mourn, 
Here  repose  your  heavy  care : 
Who  the  stings  of  guilt  can  bear? 
4 


63,  64  CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

5  Sinner  !  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  ; 
Peace  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 

03  C.  M.     Scotch  Paraphrases. 

Matt.  xi.  28  —  30. 

1  Come  unto  me,  all  ye  that  mourn, 

With  guilt  and  fears  oppressed ; 
Resign  to  me  the  willing  heart. 
And  I  will  give  you  rest. 

2  Take  up  my  yoke,  and  learn  of  me 

A  meek  and  lowly  mind ; 
And  thus  your  wearied,  troubled  souls. 
Repose  and  peace  shall  find. 

3  For  light  and  gentle  is  my  yoke; 

The  burden  I  impose 
Shall  ease  the  heart  which  groaned  before. 
Beneath  a  load  of  woes. 

64  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

*'  Come,  for  all  things  are  now  ready. '^ 

1  Ye  thirsting  souls  !  ye  starving  poor. 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store, 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms, 

He  calls,  and  bids  you  come : 
Fear  holds  you  back,  and  guilt  alarms ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room. 


CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  65,  66 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart, 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 
Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart. 
That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  And  yet  ten  thousand  thousand  more. 

Are  welcome  still  to  come : 
Ye  longing  souls  the  grace  adore  ; 
Approach,  there  yet  is  room. 

Go  10s.  M.      W.  G.  Clark,  alt. 

God's  Pleading  with  the  Soul. 

1  The  voice  of  God  comes  to  the  heedless  ear, 
In  a  low  deep  whisper  when  none  is  near  ; 
'T  is  a  breath  of  reproof,  a  saddening  tone. 
Of  warnings,  and  years,  eternally  flown. 

2  And  it  saith  to  the  cold  and  restless  heart, 

"  How  long  wilt  thou  turn  from  the  better  part?  " 
*'  From  many  a  hallowed  and  lovely  spot, 
I  have  called  in  my  love,  and  ye  would  not." 

3  I  have  called  from  the  glorious  depths  of  Heaven, 
I  have  called,  no  answer  to  me  was  given  ; 
Thou  art  far  from  thy  rest,  mid  fear  and  gloom. 
Hear  the  call  of  my  grace,  and  find  thy  home. 

66  12s.  M. 

Free  Grace. 

1  The  voice  of  free  grace  cries,  "  escape  to  the 
mountain  : " 
For  man's  sinful  race,  love  hath  opened  a  fount- 
ain ; 
For  sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every  transgression, 
God's  love  flows  so  freely  in  streams  of  salvation. 


67  CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded,  to  the  Saviour  repair, 
How  he  calls  you  in  mercy,  and  can  you  forbear? 
Lo !  he  who  now  thirsteth  may  drink,  and  thirst 

never. 
For  freely  it  floweth,  and  floweth  forever. 

3  The  Saviour  his  name  now  proclaims  all  victori- 

ous. 
He  reigns  over  all,  and  his  kingdom  is  glorious : 
O  Father  we  '11  join  with  the  great  congregation, 
And  joyously  sing  of  this  blessed  salvation. 

67  7s.  M.         Methodist  Coll. 

Invitation  to  Sinners. 

1  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why  ? 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live; 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands  ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  spirits,  why. 
Will  ye  grieve  his  love  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
Lo  !  his  Spirit  asks  you  why  ? 
He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  : 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  spirits,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 


CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  68,  69 

68  L.  M.  Wesley. 
Invitation  to  the  Wandering  Soul. 

1  Come,  then,  ye  wanderers,  to  your  God, 
Through  love,  to  purity  restored  : 

The  proffered  benefit  embrace. 
The  plentitude  of  heavenly  grace. 

2  The  seeing  eye,  the  feeling  sense, 
The  mystic  joys  of  penitence ; 

The  tears  that  tell  your  sins  forgiven  ; 
The  sighs  that  waft  your  souls  to  heaven. 

3  The  guiltless  shame,  the  sweet  distress, 
The  unutterable  tenderness  ; 

The  genuine  meek  humility. 

The  wonder,  "  Why  such  love  to  me?  " 

4  The  o'erwhelming  power  of  saving  grace, 
The  sight  that  veils  the  seraph's  face ; 
The  speechless  awe  that  dares  not  move. 
And  all  the  silent  heaven  of  love. 

69  C.    M.  COLLYER. 

Invitation  to  the  Wandering  Soul. 

1  Return,  O  wanderer  —  now  return, 

And  seek  thy  Father's  face  ! 
Those  new  desires  which  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  his  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer  —  now  return  ! 

He  hears  thy  humble  sigh  : 
He  sees  thy  softened  spirit  mourn, 
When  no  one  else  is  nigh. 


70,  71  CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

3  Return,  O  wanderer  —  now  return! 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thee  live  : 
Come  to  his  feet,  and  grateful  learn. 
How  freely  he  '11  forgive. 

4  Return,  O  wanderer  —  now  return  ! 

And  wipe  the  falling  tear : 
Thy  Father  calls,  no  longer  mourn  ! 
'T  is  love  invites  thee  near. 

70  S.  M.     From  the  Spanish. 

Come,  Wandering  Sheep. 

1  Come,  wandering  sheep  !  O  come  ! 
I  '11  bind  thee  to  my  breast ; 

I  '11  gently  bear  thee  to  thy  home, 
And  lay  thee  down  to  rest. 

2  I  saw  thee  stray  forlorn. 
And  heard  thee  faintly  cry  ; 

And  on  the  tree  of  shame  and  scorn, 
For  thee,  I  came  to  die. 

3  I  shield  thee  from  alarms, 
And  wilt  thou  not  be  blest  ? 

I  bear  thee  gently  in  my  arms ; 
Thou  bear  me  in  thy  breast. 

ri  7s.  M. 

To  the  Prodigal. 

1  Brother,  hast  thou  wandered  far 
From  thy  Father's  happy  home. 
With  thyself  and  God  at  war  1 
Turn  thee,  brother,  homeward  come ! 


CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  78 

2  Hast  thou  wasted  all  the  powers 
God  for  noble  uses  gave  ? 
Squandered  life's  most  golden  hours? 
Turn  thee,  brother,  God  can  save ! 

3  Is  a  mighty  famine  now 

In  thy  heart,  and  in  thy  soul  ? 

Discontent  upon  thy  brow  ? 

Turn  thee,  God  will  make  thee  whole ! 

4  Fall  before  him  on  the  ground, 
Pour  thy  sorrow  in  his  ear  ; 
Seek  him,  for  he  may  be  found. 
Call  upon  him,  for  he  's  near. 

7*3  7s.  M.  Crabbe. 

Calls  of  Mercy. 

1  Pilgrim,  burthened  with  thy  sin, 
Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate ; 
There,  till  mercy  lets  thee  in. 
Knock  and  weep,  and  watch  and  wait. 

2  Knock  !  he  knows  the  sinner's  cry ; 
Weep  !   he  loves  the  mourner's  tears  ; 
Watch  !  for  saving  grace  is  nigh  ; 
Wait !  till  heavenly  light  appears. 

3  Hark  !  it  is  the  bridegroom's  voice  : 
Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest ; 
Now  within  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe,  and  sealed,  and  saved  and  blest. 

4  Safe,  from  all  the  lures  of  sin, 
Sealed  by  signs  the  chosen  know, 
Saved  by  love,  that  died  to  win. 
Blest,  that  mighty  love  to  show. 


4t»  CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

5  Holy  pilgrim  !  what  for  thee, 
In  a  world  like  this  remains  ? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee, 
Fear  and  shame,  and  doubt  and  pains. 

6  Fear,  the  hope  of  heaven  shall  fly. 
Shame,  from  glory's  view  retire  j 
Doubt,  in  certain  rapture  die, 
Pain,  in  endless  bliss  expire. 

73  7s.  M.  6 1.  Ilsley. 

''Follow  Me:' 

1  Voyager  on  life's  troubled  sea. 
Sailing  to  Eternity  ! 

Turn  from  earthly  things  away. 
Vain  they  are,  and  brief  their  stay  ; 
Voyager  !  what  are  they  to  thee  1 
Leave  them  all  and  "  follow  me." 

2  Traveller  on  the  road  of  life  ! 
Seeking  pleasure,  finding  strife. 
Know  the  world  can  never  give 
Aught  on  which  the  soul  can  live  : 
Traveller,  what  are  they  to  thee  ? 
Leave  them  all,  and  "  follow  me." 

3  Pilgrim  through  these  flying  years  ! 
Banish  all  thy  doubts  and  fears ; 
Lift  thine  eyes  to  God  above ! 
Think,  tiiere  dwells  a  God  of  Love  ! 
Pilgrim,  much  he  's  done  for  thee  I 
Wilt  thou,  then,  not  *'  follow  me  ?  " 


CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  74,  75 

4  Wanderer  from  thy  Father's  throne, 
Hasten  back,  thy  errings  own  : 
Turn,  thy  path  leads  not  to  heaven  ; 
Turn,  thy  sins  will  be  forgiven  : 
Wanderer  !  have  they  charms  for  thee  1 
Hasten  then,  to  "  follow  me." 

74  S.  M. 

The  Accepted  Time. 

1  Now  is  the  accepted  time  ! 
Now  is  the  day  of  grace  : 

Now,  wanderers,  come  without  delay 
And  seek  your  Father's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time. 
The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 

Pardon  and  peace  he  freely  gives  ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay? 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time. 
The  Gospel  bids  you  come ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  Word, 
Declares  '*  there  yet  is  room." 

4  Now,  Lord,  constrain  our  souls 
And  fill  them  with  thy  love : 

Then  shall  thine  angels  wave  their  wings 
In  holy  joy  above. 

'75  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Now  is  the  Accepted  Time. 

1     To-morrow,  Lord  !  is  thine. 

Lodged  in  thy  sovereign  hand  ; 
And  if  its  sun  arise  and  shine, 
It  shines  by  thy  command. 


76  CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT. 

2  Since  on  this  winged  hour 
Eternity  is  hung, 

Waken,  by  thy  ahuighty  power, 
The  aged  and  the  young. 

3  The  present  moment  flies, 
And  bears  our  lives  away ; 

0  make  thy  servants  truly  wise. 
That  they  may  live  to-day  ! 

76  S.  M.         Episcopal  Coll. 

The  Ark  of  Rest. 

1  Ah  !  like  the  weary  dove, 
That  soared  the  earth  around. 
But  not  a  resting-place  above 
The  cheerless  waters  found ; 

2  O  cease,  my  wandering  soul. 
On  restless  wing  to  roam  ; 

All  the  wide  world  to  either  pole, 
Has  not  for  thee  a  home. 

3  Behold  the  Ark  of  God, 
Behold  the  open  door ; 
Hasten  to  gain  that  dear  abode, 
And  rove,  my  soul,  no  more. 

4  There,  safe  thou  shalt  abide ; 
There,  sweet  shall  be  thy  rest : 
With  every  longing  satisfied. 
And  full  salvation  blest. 


CALLS    OF    THE    SPIRIT.  77 

77  lis.  M. 

Acquaint  thee  with  God. 

1  Acquaint  thee,  O  mortal,  acquaint  thee  with 

God, 
And  joy,  like  the  sunshine,  shall  beam  on  thy 

road  ; 
And  peace,  like  the  dew-drop,  shall  fall  on  thy 

head. 
And  sleep,  like  an  angel,  shall  visit  thy  bed. 

2  Acquaint   thee,   O   mortal,   acquaint   thee  with 

God, 
And  he   shall    be    with  thee,    when    fears    are 

abroad  ; 
Thy  safeguard    in    danger    that   threatens   thy 

path. 
Thy  joy,  in  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death. 


Ipmiteutial 


78  7s.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

Penitential. 

1  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love ! 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs  ; 
Listen  to  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou  to  whom  all  grace  belongs  ! 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 
Talents  wasted,  time  misspent; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares. 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent ; 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires, 
Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise. 
Oft  to  murmur,  and  complain : 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fault, 
Filled  with  grief  and  shame  we  own ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  bow. 
Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 

5  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love  ! 
Hear  our  sad  repentant  songs ; 
O  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou  to  whom  all  praise  belongs. 


PENITENTIAL.  79,  80 

79  S.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 
Absence  from  God. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh, 

Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye  ! 

2  See,  at  thy  throne  of  grace. 
Thy  wandering  children  mourn  : 

Hast  thou  not  bid  us  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  return  ? 

3  Absent  from  thee,  my  light ! 
Without  thy  cheering  ray. 

Through  dangers,  fears,  and  gloomy  night, 
How  desolate  my  way  ! 

4  Thy  presence  can  bestow 
Delights  which  never  cloy  : 

Be  this  my  Heaven  here  below, 
And  my  eternal  joy. 

80  L.  M.  6  1.  Moravian. 

**  But  the  dove  found  no  rest,  and  she  returned 
into  the  Ark." 

1  Loosed  from  my  God,  and  far  removed, 

Long  have  I  wandered  to  and  fro ; 
O'er  earth  in  endless  circles  roved. 

Nor  found  whereon  to  rest  below : 
But  now  my  God,  to  thee  I  fly, 
For  O,  estranged  from  thee,  I  die. 

2  Selfish  pursuits,  and  nature's  maze, 

The  things  of  sense,  for  thee  I  leave  : 
Put  forth  thy  hand,  thy  hand  of  grace ; 


81  PENITENTIAL. 

Into  the  ark  of  love  receive  ; 
Take  my  poor,  fluttering  soul  to  rest, 
And  lodge  it,  Father,  in  thy  breast. 

3  Endow  me  with  my  Saviour's  peace, 
Confirm  and  keep  my  longing  heart ; 

In  thee  may  all  my  wanderings  cease  : 
From  thee  may  I  no  more  depart : 

Then  shall  the  joy  within  me  prove, 

The  fulness  of  my  Father's  love  ! 

81  S.  M.  Wesley,  alt. 

Reluctance  to  return  to  God. 

1  Mr  Father  bids  m^e  come, 
Oh  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 

He  calls  the  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay ! 

2  Father,  the  hindrance  show 
Which  I  have  failed  to  see ; 

And  let  me  now  consent  to  know. 
What  keeps  me  far  from  thee. 

3  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 
Thy  trying  power  display  ; 

Into  its  darkest  corners  shine. 
Take  every  veil  away. 

4  I  now  believe,  in  thee 
Compassion  reigns  alone  ; 

According  to  my  faith,  to  me, 
O  let  it,  Lord,  be  done  ! 

5  In  me  the  hindrance  lies; 
The  fatal  bar  remove  : 

And  let  me  see  in  sweet  surprise, 
Thy  full  redeeming  love. 


PENITENTIAL.  82,  83 

83  C.  M. 

Lamentation  for  Unfaithfulness. 

1  O  WHY  did  I  my  Saviour  leave, 

So  soon  unfaithful  prove  : 
How  could  I  thy  good  Spirit  grieve, 
And  sin  against  thy  love  '? 

2  I  forced  thee  first  to  disappear. 

And  turned  thy  face  aside ; 
Ah,  Lord!  if  thou  hadst  still  been  here, 
Thy  servant  had  not  died. 

3  O  might  I  lose  myself  in  thee, 

Thy  depth  of  mercy  prove  ; 
Thou  infinite,  eternal  sea 
Of  unexhausted  love ! 

4  I  lose  myself,  when  God  I  see, 

And  into  nothing  fall ; 
Content,  if  thou  exalted  be, 
For  thou  art  All  in  All. 

83  C.  M.  Keble,  alt. 

*'  Grant  thy  'people  grace  to  withstand  temptations.'^ 

1  Back  to  the  world  we  've  faithless  turned, 

And  far  along  the  wild, 
With  labor  lost,  and  sorrow  earned. 
Our  steps  have  been  beguiled. 

2  Yet  full  before  us,  all  the  while, 

The  guiding  pillar  stays; 
The  living  waters  brightly  smile, 
Th*  eternal  turrets  blaze. 


84  PENITENTIAL. 

3  O,  Father  of  long-suifering  grace, 

Thou  who  in  love  dost  stay 
Pleading  with  sinners  face  to  face, 
Through  all  their  devious  way ; 

4  Thy  guardian  fire,  thy  guiding  cloud, 

Be  round  us  as  our  wall ; 
Nor  be  our  erring  hearts  allowed, 
Again  to  faint  or  fall. 

84  L.  M.  6 1.  Wesleyan. 

Lamentation  for  Unfaithfulness. 

1  O  Father,  full  of  truth  and  grace, 
More  full  of  grace,  than  man  of  sin. 
Yet  once  again  we  seek  thy  face. 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  us  in  ! 
And  freely  our  backslidings  heal. 
And  love  thy  faithless  children  still. 

2  Ah,  give  me.  Lord,  the  tender  heart, 
That  trembles  at  th'  approach  of  sin  : 
A  godly  fear  of  sin  impart ; 
Implant  and  root  it  deep  within  : 
The  errors  of  my  soul  repair. 

And  make  my  heart  a  house  of  prayer. 

3  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears. 
And  kindle  my  relentings  now  ; 
Fill  my  whole  soul  with  filial  fears; 
To  thy  sweet  yoke  my  spirit  bow, 
That  I  may  know  thy  Spirit's  power, 
And  never  dare  to  grieve  thee  more. 


PENITENTIAL.  85,  86 

85  S.  M.  Wesley^ 

Constraining  Love.  - 

1  When  shall  thy  love  constrain, 
And  force  me  to  thy  breast  ? 

When  shall  my  soul  return  again, 
To  God,  her  only  rest  ? 

2  Ah  !  what  avails  my  strife, 
My  wandering  to  and  fro  ! 

Thou  giv'st  the  words  of  endless  life : 
Ah  !  whither  should  I  go  ? 

3  Thy  condescending  grace. 
To  me  did  freely  move ; 

It  calls  me  still  to  seek  thy  face. 
And  stoops  to  ask  my  love. 

4  Here  at  thy  feet  I  fall, 
I  long  to  be  made  free  ; 

I  fain  would  now  obey  the  call. 
And  give  up  all  for  thee. 

86  L.  M.  Watts. 

"  The  Sacrifices  of  God  are  a  Broken  Heart.'' 

1  Show  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive  ; 
Let  a  repenting  sinner  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  the  contrite  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  A  broken  heart,  my  God !  my  King ! 
Is  all  the  offering  I  can  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 
5  '^ 


87  PENITENTIAL. 

3  O  wash  my  soul  from  every  stain, 
Nor  let  the  sins  I  mourn  remain ; 
Give  me  to  hear  thy  pardoning  voice, 
And  bid  my  mourning  heart  rejoice  ! 

4  Then  shall  thy  love  inspire  my  tongue ; 
Salvation  shall  be  all  my  song ; 

And  every  power  shall  join  to  bless 

The  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness. 

87  L.  M.  6  I.      Wesley's  Coll. 

Imploring  Forgiveness  and  Renewal. 

1  Forgive  us  for  thy  mercy's  sake, 
Our  multitude  of  sins  forgive  ! 
And  for  thy  own  possession  take, 
And  bid  us  to  thy  glory  live  : 
Live  in  thy  sight,  and  gladly  prove 
Our  faith,  by  our  obedient  love. 

2  The  covenant  of  forgiveness  seal, 
And  all  thy  mighty  wonders  show ! 
Our  hidden  enemies  expel, 

And  conquering  them  to  conquer  go, 
Till  all  of  pride  and  sin  be  slain. 
And  not  one  evil  thought  remain. 

3  O  put  it  in  our  inward  parts. 
The  living  law  of  perfect  love  ! 
Write  the  new  precept  ori  our  hearts ; 
We  shall  not  then  from  thee  remove, 
3ut  in  thy  glorious  image  shine. 
Thy  people,  and  forever  thine. 


PENITENTIAL.  88,  89 

88  S.  M.  Wesley. 

Prayer  for  Penitence  and  Life. 

1  My  Father,  God  of  Peace  ! 
Thy  wondrous  grace  bestow  ; 

Unloose  the  bands  of  wickedness. 
And  let  the  captive  go. 

2  Grant  me  my  sin  to  feel, 
And  then  the  load  remove ; 

Wound,  and  pour  in  my  wounds  to  heal, 
The  balm  of  pardoning  love. 

3  In  every  trying  hour, 
Stand  by  my  feeble  soul ; 

And  shield  me  from  the  evil  power, 
Till  thou  hast  made  me  whole. 

4  Oh,  might  I  now  embrace 
Thy  all-sufficient  power ; 

And  never  more  to  sin  give  place, 
And  never  grieve  thee  more. 

89  C.  M.  Mrs.  Carter. 

Mercy  to  the  Penitent. 

1  O  THOU,  the  wretched's  sure  retreat. 

Who  dost  our  cares  control, 
And  with  the  cheerful  smile  of  peace 
Revive  the  fainting  soul ! 

2  Did  ever  thy  propitious  ear 

The  humble  plea  disdain  ? 
Or  when  did  plaintive  misery  sigh. 
Or  supplicate  in  vain  ? 


90  PENITENTIAL. 

3  Oppressed  with  grief  and  shame,  dissolved 

In  penitential  tears, 
Thy  goodness  calms  our  anxious  doubts, 
And  dissipates  our  fears. 

4  From  that  blest  source,  propitious  hope 

Appears  serenely  bright. 
And  sheds  her  soft  and  cheering  beam 
O'er  sorrow's  dismal  night. 

5  Our  hearts  adore  thy  mercy.  Lord, 

And  bless  the  friendly  ray. 
Which  ushers  in  the  smiling  morn 
Of  everlasting  day. 

90  S.  M.  Keble,  alt. 

Draw  nigh  to  God,  and  he  will  draw  nigh  to  you. 

1  Now  for  thy  glory's  sake 
Saviour  and  God  arise  ! 

Awake,  O  love  divine,  awake, 
And  bless  our  waiting  eyes  ! 

2  Thus  in  her  lonely  hour 
Thy  church  is  fain  to  cry. 

As  if  thy  changeless  love  and  power 
Were  vanished  from  her  sky. 

3  Ah  !  't  is  the  world  enthralls 
The  heaven-betrothed  breast ; 

It  is  the  traitor  sense  recalls 
The  soaring  soul  from  rest. 

4  It  is  thy  sin  that  hides 
The  ever-genial  ray  ; 

Though  round  the  cross  it  e'er  abides, 
It  makes  a  night  of  day. 


PENITENTIAL.  91,  92 

5  Ah  !  weep  thy  sins  away  ! 

Thy  Saviour's  presence  know  : 
Then  by  still  waters  thou  shalt  stay, 

In  full  rejoicing  go. 

91  C.  M. 

"  Her  sins,  which  are  many,  are  forgiven :  for  she 
loved  much.'' 

1  Were  not  the  sinful  Mary's  tears 

An  offering  worthy  heaven. 
When,  o'er  the  faults  of  former  years 
She  wept,  and  was  forgiven  1 

2  When  bringing  every  balmy  sweet 

Her  day  of  luxury  stored. 
She  o'er  her  Saviour's  hallowed  feet 
The  precious  ointment  poured  ; 

3  Were  not  those  sweets  so  freely  shed, 

That  shame,  those  weeping  eyes, 
And  the  sunk  heart  which  inly  bled, 
Heaven's  noblest  sacrifice  1 

4  Thou  that  hast  slept  in  error's  sleep, 

O  wouldst  thou  wake  to  heaven. 

Like  Mary  kneel,  like  Mary  weep ; 

"  Love  much,"  and  be  forgiven  ! 

9^  P.  M.  Hemans. 

The  Penitent's  Offering.  — Luke  vii.  37,  38. 
1  Thou  that  with  pallid  cheek. 
And  eyes  in  sadness  meek. 
And  faded  locks  that  humbly  swept  the  ground. 
From  thy  long  wanderings  won. 
Before  the  all-healing  Son, 
Didst  bow  thee  to  the  earth,  oh,  lost  and  found ! 


93  PENITENTIAL. 

2  Ah !  which,  oh  erring  child  ! 
From  home  so  long  beguiled, 

Which  of  thine  offerings  won  those  words  of  heaven, 

That  o'er  the  bruised  reed, 

Condemned  of  earth  to  bleed, 
In  music  passed,  "  Thy  sins  are  all  forgiven  !  " 

3  Was  it  that  perfume  fraught 
With  balm  and  incense,  brought 

From  the  sweet  woods  of  Araby  the  blest  ? 

Or  that  fast  flowing  rain 

Of  tears,  which  not  in  vain 
To  him  who  smiled  on  tears,  thy  woes  confessed  ? 

4  No,  not  by  these  restored 
Unto  thy  Father's  board. 

Thy  peace,  that  kindled  joy  in  heaven  was  made ; 

But  costlier  in  his  eyes, 

By  that  blest  sacrifice. 
Thy  heart,  thy  contrite  heart,  before  him  laid. 

93  S.  M.  Jervis. 

Peace  of  the  Penitent. 

1  Sweet  is  the  friendly  voice 
Which  speaks  of  life  and  peace ; 

Which  bids  the  penitent  rejoice, 
And  sin  and  sorrow  cease. 

2  No  balm  on  earth  like  this 
Can  cheer  the  contrite  heart  ; 

No  flattering  dreams  of  earthly  bliss 
Such  pure  delight  impart. 

3  Still  merciful  and  kind. 
Thy  mercy,  Lord  !  reveal : 

The  broken  heart  thy  love  can  bind, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 


PENITENTIAL.  94,  95 

4     Thy  presence  shall  restore 
Peace  to  my  anxious  breast : 
Lord  !  let  my  feet  be  drawn  no  more 
From  paths  which  thou  hast  blessed. 

94  L.  M.  6  1. 

Peace  for  Troubled  Souls. 

1  Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive  moan 

Reveals  thy  weight  of  inward  woe  ; 
Cease  thy  complaint,  suppress  thy  groan, 

And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow  : 
Behold  the  precious  balm  is  found. 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  wound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed, 

Unburthen  here  thy  weighty  load ; 
Here  find  thy  refuge  and  thy  rest, 

And  trust  the  mercy  of  thy  God  : 
Thy  God  's  thy  Saviour  —  glorious  word  ! 
Forever  love  and  praise  thy  Lord. 

9d  S.  M.  Wesley. 

Prayer  for  Full  Assurance. 

1  O  Father,  full  of  grace. 
To  thee  I  make  my  moan ; 

Let  me  again  behold  thy  face, 
Call  home  thy  wandering  one. 

2  Again  my  pardon  seal, 
Again  my  soul  restore. 

And  freely  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  bid  me  sin  no  more. 


96  PENITENTIAL. 

3     Again  thy  love  reveal, 

Restore  that  inward  heaven  ; 
O  grant  me  once  again  to  feel, 
Through  faith,  my  sins  forgiven. 

4     Thy  utmost  mercy  show, 
Say  to  my  erring  soul, 
In  peace  and  full  assurance  go ; 
Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole. 

96  8  &  7s.  M. 

"  Go  in  Peace —  Thy  faith  hath  made  thee  whole.'' 

1  "  Go  in  Peace !  "  O  blest  dismission 

To  the  sinner's  heart  made  known, 
When  he  pours  in  deep  contrition, 
Prayer  before  the  Father's  throne. 

2  ^'  Go  in  Peace  !  "  thy  sins  forgiven, 

God  hath  pardoned  —  set  thee  free ; 
Every  galling  fetter  riven, 
"  Go  in  Peace,"  and  liberty. 

3  Father  !  breathe  this  benediction 
O'er  my  spirit  while  I  pray  ; 
Let  me  feel,  midst  deep  contrition, 
Love  hath  washed  my  sins  away. 


Jog  in  i5eliet)ing .... Bcbeeming 


97  S.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

LigJit  and  Deliverance. 

1  The  traveller,  lost  in  night, 
Breathes  many  a  longing  sigh, 

And  marks  the  welcome  dawn  of  light, 
With  rapture  in  his  eye. 

2  Thus  sweet,  the  dawn  of  day 
Which  weary  sinners  find, 

When  mercy,  with  reviving  ray, 
Beams  o'er  the  fainting  mind. 

3  To  slaves  oppressed  with  chains, 
How  kind,  how  dear  the  friend, 

Whose  generous  hand  relieves  their  pains, 
And  bids  their  sorrows  end  ! 

4  Thus  dear  that  Friend  divine,  * 
Who  rescues  captive  souls  ; 

Unbinds  the  galling  chains  of  sin, 
And  all  its  power  controls. 

5  Thy  hand  redeemed  the  slave, 
And  set  the  prisoner  free  : 

Be  all  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 
Devoted,  Lord !  to  thee. 


98,  99  JOY    IN    BELIEVING. 

98  S.  M.  .  CowpER. 

The  Happy  Change. 

1  How  blessed  is  man,  O  God ! 
When  first  with  single  eye 

He  views  the  lustre  of  thy  word, 
The  day-spring  firom  on  high  ! 

2  Through  storms  that  veil  the  skies, 
And  frown  on  earthly  things, 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness  breaks  forth 
With  healing  on  his  wings. 

3  Struck  by  that  light,  his  heart, 
A  barren  soil  no  more. 

Sends  shoots  of  righteousness  abroad, 
Where  follies  sprung  before. 

4  The  soul,  so  dreary  once. 
Once  misery's  dark  domain, 

Feels  happiness  unknown  before, 
And  owns  a  heavenly  reign. 

99  C.  M.  Watts. 
Experience  of  God's  Grace. 

1  When  God  revealed  his  gracious  name. 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  joyous  change. 

And  did  thy  hand  confess ; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 


REDEEMING    MERCY.  100 

3  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

4  Let  those,  who  sow  in  sadness,  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 

100  S.  M.  Wesley. 

Assurance  of  Forgiveness. 

1  How  can  a  sinner  know 
His  sins  on  earth  forgiven? 

How  can  my  gracious  Saviour  show, 
My  name  inscribed  in  heaven  ? 

2  Exults  our  rising  soul, 
Disburthened  of  her  load, 

And  swells  unutterably  full 
Of  glory  and  of  God. 

3  His  love  surpassing  far 
The  love  of  all  beneath. 

We  find  within  our  hearts,  nor  fear 
The  pointless  shafts  of  death. 

4  His  glory  our  design, 

We  live  our  God  to  please  ; 
And  rise  with  filial  fear  divine, 
To  growing  holiness. 

5  Stronger  than  death  or  hell 
The  sacred  power  we  prove ; 

And  conqu'rors  of  the  world,  we  dwell 
In  heaven,  who  dwell  in  love. 


101,   102  JOY    IN    BELIEVING. 

101  8  &  7s.  M. 

''  Light  of  those." 

1  Light  of  those  whose  dreary  dwelling 

Borders  on  the  shades  of  death, 
Come,  and  by  thy  love's  revealing, 

Dissipate  the  clouds  beneath ; 
The  new  heaven  and  earth's  Creator, 

In  our  deepest  darkness  rise. 
Scattering  all  the  nig-ht  of  nature. 

Pouring  eyesight  on  our  eyes. 

2  Still  we  wait  for  thine  appearing ; 

Life  and  joy  thy  beams  impart, 
Chasing  all  our  fears,  and  cheering 

Every  poor  benighted  heart : 
Come  and  manifest  the  favor 

Promised  to  thy  ransomed  race; 
Come,  thou  glorious  God  and  Saviour, 

Come  and  bring  thy  gospel  grace. 

103  S.  M.       Tate  and  Brady. 

Pardoning  Mercy, 

1  My  soul  with  patience  waits 
For  thee,  the  living  Lord  ; 

My  hopes  are  on  thy  promise  built. 
Thy  never-failing  word. 

2  My  longing  eyes  look  out 
For  thine  enlivening  ray, 

More  duly  than  the  morning  watch 
To  spy  the  dawning  day. 

3  In  thee  I  trust,  my  God ; 

No  bounds  thy  mercy  knows ; 
The  plenteous  source  and  spring,  from  whence 
Eternal  succor  flows : 


REDEEMING    MERCY.  103,   104 

4     Whose  friendly  streams  to  us 
Supplies  in  want  convey; 
A  healing  spring,  a  spring  to  cleanse, 
And  wash  our  guilt  away. 

103  8  &  7s.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

Pardon  and  Peace  from  God. 

1  Far  from  mortal  cares  retreating, 

Sordid  hopes,  and  fond  desires, 
Here,  our  willing  footsteps  meeting, 

Every  heart  to  heaven  aspires. 
From  the  fount  of  glory  beaming, 

Light  celestial  cheers  our  eyes; 
Mercy  from  above,  proclaiming 

Peace  and  pardon  from  the  skies. 

2  Who  may  share  this  great  salvation  ? 

Every  pure  and  humble  mind ; 
Every  kindred,  tongue  and  nation. 

From  the  dross  of  guilt  refined  : 
Blessings  all  around  bestowinor, 

God  withholds  his  care  from  none ; 
Grace  and  mercy  ever  flowing 

From  the  fountains  of  his  throne. 

104  L.  M.  Watts. 

Peace  of  Conscience. 

1  Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 
Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin  ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth  and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  sweetly  o'er  their  heads. 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love ; 

And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 


105,  106  JOY    IN    BELIEVING. 

3  duick  as  their  thoughts  their  joys  come  on, 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  ! 

Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  heavenly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleasures  grow  ! 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow. 

105  7  &  6s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

''  My  yoke  is  easy,  my  burden  is  light.^' 

1  Since  I  've  known  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  sin's  strong  fetters  broke. 
Careful,  without  care,  I  am, 

Nor  feel  my  easy  yoke ; 
Joyful  now  my  faith  to  show. 
Life  is  all  one  blest  reward  ; 
All  the  work  I  do  below, 
Is  light  for  such  a  Lord. 

2  O  that  all  the  world  might  know, 
Of  living.  Lord,  to  thee. 

Find  their  heaven  begun  below, 
And  here  thy  goodness  see  ; 
Walk  in  all  the  works  prepared. 
The  spirit's  strength  to  prove. 
Till  they  gain  their  full  reward ; 
The  rest  of  perfect  love. 

106  S.  M.  Watts. 

Hope  of  Salvation. 

1     Raise  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tune  ; 
Let  the  wide  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  hath  done. 


REDEEMING    MERCY.  107 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 
Its  well  beloved  chose, 

And  bade  him  raise  our  sinful  race 
From  an  abyss  of  woes. 

3  Pardon  and  peace  from  heaven, 
Jesus  proclaims  abroad  ; 

And  brings  to  erring,  guilty  man, 
Sure  mercy  from  his  God. 

4  Now,  sinner  !  dry  your  tears ; 
Let  hopeless  sorrow  cease ; 

Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  love, 
And  take  the  offered  peace. 

107  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Salvation  hy  Grace. 

1  Grace  !  't  is  a  charming  sound, 
Harmonious  to  my  ear  ; 

Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound. 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  devised  a  way, 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 

And  all  the  steps  display  that  grace 
Which  formed  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  taught  our  wandering  feet 
To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 

And  fresh  supplies  each  hour  we  meet. 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days ; 

It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone. 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


108,   109  JOY    IN    BELIEVING. 

108  8  &  7s.  M.     Episcopal  Coll. 

Redeeming  Love. 

1  Father,  source  of  every  blessing, 
Tune  my  heart  to  grateful  lays  ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing. 
Call  for  ceaseless  songs  of  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 
Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sincr  redeeminor  love. 

3  Thou  didst  seek  me  when  a  stranger. 
Wandering  from  the  fold  above ; 
Thou,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Didst  redeem  me  with  thy  love. 

4  By  thy  hand  restored,  defended. 
Safe  through  life  thus  far  I  've  come; 
Safe,  O  Lord,  when  life  is  ended. 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

109  8  &  7s.  M. 

Redeeming  Love. 

1  Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I  '11  praise  thee, 

For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows ; 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me. 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows : 
Help,  O  Lord,  my  weak  endeavor, 

And  my  heart  to  rapture  raise ; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 


REDEEMING    MERCY.  110,   111 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought  thee, 

Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray ; 
Found  thee  lost,  and  kindly  brought  thee 

From  the  paths  of  death  away  ; 
Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express  : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling. 

Deign  thy  children's  prayer  to  bless. 

110  S.  M.  Watts. 

Preserving  Grace. 

1  To  God  the  only  wise. 
Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 

Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'T  is  his  almighty  love. 
His  counsel  and  his  care, 

Preserves  us  safe  from  sin  and  death. 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls 
Unblemished  and  complete, 

Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  To  our  Redeemer,  God, 
Wisdom  and  power  belong  ; 

Immortal  crowns  of  majesty. 
And  everlasting  songs. 

111  8  &,  7s.  M. 

The  God  of  Mercy. 

1  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy. 
He  whose  hand  upholds  all  nature, 
He  whose  word  can  all  destroy. 
6 


112  JOY    IN    BELIEVING. 

2  Here  indulge  each  grateful  feeling ; 

Lowly  bend  with  contrite  souls : 
Here  his  milder  grace  revealing, 
Here  no  awful  thunder  rolls  : 

3  Lo !  the  eternal  page  before  us 

Bears  the  covenant  of  his  love; 
Full  of  mercy  to  restore  us, 
Mercy  beaming  from  above. 

4  Every  secret  fault  confessing. 

Deed  unrighteous,  thought  of  sin. 
Seize,  O  seize  the  proffered  blessing, 
Grace  from  God,  and  peace  within. 

113  8  &  7s.  M. 

Aspirations  toicards  God. 

1  Since  first  thy  word  awaked  my  heart. 

Like  new  life  dawning  o'er  me. 
Where'er  I  turn  mine  eyes.  Thou  art 

All  light  and  love  before  me. 
Nought  else  I  feel,  or  hear,  or  see ; 

All  bonds  of  earth  I  sever  : 
Thee,  O  God,  and  only  Thee 

I  live  for,  now  and  ever. 

2  Like  him,  whose  fetters  dropped  away 

When  light  shone  o'er  his  prison. 
My  spirit,  touched  by  mercy's  ray. 

Hath  from  her  chains  arisen. 
And  shall  a  soul  thou  bid'st  be  free 

Return  to  bondage?  —  never  ! 
Thee,  O  God,  and  only  Thee 

I  live  for,  now  and  ever. 


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113  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

"  Lord,  lift  tliou  up  the  light  of  thy  countenance 
upon  usJ' 

1  In  vain  we  trace  creation  o'er. 

In  search  of  sacred  rest ; 
The  whole  creation  is  too  poor 
To  make  us  fully  blessed. 

2  In  vain  would  this  low  world  employ 

Each  flattering,  specious  wile ; 
For  what  can  yield  a  real  joy 
But  our  Creator's  smile  ! 

3  Let  earth  with  all  her  charms  depart, 

Unworthy  of  the  mind  ; 
In  God  alone  this  restless  heart 
An  equal  bliss  can  find. 

4  Great  Source  of  all  felicity, 

To  whom  our  wishes  tend  ! 
Do  not  these  wishes  rise  from  thee, 
And  in  thy  favor  end  1 

114  C.  M.  Watts. 

"  Early  will  I  seek  thee." 
1  Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  thy  face ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 


1  15  NEARNESS    TO    GOD. 

2  So  pilgrims  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand, 
And  they  must  drink  or  die. 

3  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

4  Thus  till  my  life's  expiring  day, 

I  '11  bless  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

115  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

*'  If  we  follow  on  to  know  the  Lord,  He  shall  come 
unto  us  as  the  rain." 

1  Shine  forth,  eternal  Source  of  light! 

Make  thy  perfections  known  ; 
Fill  our  enlarged,  adoring  sight. 
With  glories  all  thine  own. 

2  Vain  are  the  charms,  and  faint  the  rays, 

The  brio-htest  creatures  boast : 
And  all  their  grandeur  and  their  praise. 
Are  in  thy  presence  lost. 

3  To  know  the  Author  of  our  frame, 

Is  our  sublimest  skill ; 
True  wisdom  is  to  learn  his  name, 
True  life,  to  do  his  will. 

4  For  this  may  we  unceasing  pray  ; 

This  all  our  powers  pursue. 
Till  visions  of  eternal  day 
Fix  and  complete  the  view. 


NEARNESS    TO    GOD.  116,   117 

116  S.  M.  Me.  Guion. 

"  A  Well  of  Water,  springing  up  to  Everlasting 

Lifer 

1  The  fountain  in  its  source, 
No  drought  of  summer  fears ; 

The  farther  it  pursues  its  course, 
The  nobler  it  appears. 

2  But  shallow  cisterns  yield 
A  scanty,  short  supply ; 

The  morning  sees  them  amply  filled. 
At  evening  they  are  dry. 

3  The  cisterns  I  forsake, 

O,  Fount  of  Life,  for  thee  ; 
My  thirst  with  living  waters  slake, 
And  drink  eternity. 

117  L.  M.  Sir  Walter  Scott. 

Imploring  God's  Presence. 

1  When  Israel,  of  the  Lord  beloved, 
Oat  from  the  land  of  bondage  came. 
Her  father's  God  before  her  moved. 
An  awful  guide  in  smoke  and  flame. 

2  By  day,  along  the  astonished  lands 
The  cloudy  pillar  glided  slow; 

By  night,  Arabia's  crimsoned  sands 
Returned  the  fiery  column's  glow. 

3  Thus  present  still  though  now  unseen, 
When  brightly  shines  the  prosperous  day, 
Be  thoughts  of  thee  a  cloudy  screen. 

To  temper  the  deceitful  ray ! 


118,   119  NEARNESS    TO    GOD. 

4  And  O,  when  gathers  on  our  path 
In  shade  and  storm  the  frequent  night, 
Be  thou,  long-suffering,  slow  to  wrath, 
A  burning  and  a  shining  light. 

118  C.  M.  Keble. 
"  The  Pure  in  Heart  see  God'' 

1  There  is  a  book,  who  runs  may  read, 

Which  heavenly  truth  imparts ; 
And  all  the  lore  its  scholars  need, 
Pure  eyes  and  Christian  hearts. 

2  The  works  of  God,  above,  below. 

Within  us  and  around. 
Are  pages  in  that  book,  to  show 
How  God  himself  is  found. 

3  Two  worlds  are  ours  :   't  is  only  sin 

Forbids  us  to  descry. 
The  mystic  heaven  and  earth  within. 
Plain  as  the  earth  and  sky. 

4  Thou  who  hast  given  me  eyes  to  see, 

And  love  this  sight  so  fair, 
Give  me  a  heart  to  find  out  Thee, 
And  read  Thee  everywhere. 

119  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

"  In  the  Lord  our  God,  is  the  Salvation  of  Israel." 

1  How  long  shall  dreams  of  earthly  bliss 
Our  flattering  hopes  employ  ? 
And  mock  our  fond,  deluded  eyes 
With  visionary  joy. 


NEARNESS    TO    GOD.  120 

2  Why  from  the  mountains  and  the  hills 

Is  our  salvation  sought  ? 
While  our  eternal  Rock  's  forsook, 
And  Israel's  God  forgot. 

3  The  living  spring  neglected  flows 

Full  in  our  daily  view  ; 
Yet  we,  with  anxious,  fruitless  toil, 
Our  broken  cisterns  hew. 

4  These  fatal  errors,  gracious  God, 

With  gentle  pity  see ; 
To  thee  our  roving  eyes  direct. 
And  fix  our  hearts  on  thee. 

130  C.  M.       Methodist  Coll. 

God  the  Fount  of  Joy. 

1  Fountain  of  life,  to  all  below 

Let  thy  salvation  roll ; 
Water,  replenish,  and  o'erflow 
Every  believing  soul. 

2  Into  that  happy  number.  Lord, 

Our  erring  spirits  take ; 
Father,  fulfil  thy  gracious  word. 
For  thine  own  mercy's  sake. 

3  The  well  of  life  to  us  thou  art, 

Of  joy  the  swelling  flood; 
Wafted  by  thee,  with  willing  heart. 
We  swift  return  to  God. 


121,   122  NEARNESS    TO    GOD. 

131  C.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

"  I  heard  thy   Voice   in   the   Garden ,  and  I  teas 
afraid.'' 

1  Amidst  the  thrilling  leaves,  thy  voice 

At  evening's  fall  drew  near  ; 

Father  !  and  did  not  man  rejoice 

That  blessed  sound  to  hear  ? 

2  Did  not  his  heart  within  him  burn, 

Touched  by  that  solemn  tone  ? 
Ah  no  !  for,  never  to  return, 
Its  purity  was  gone. 

3  Therefore,  'midst  holy  stream  and  bower, 

His  spirit  shook  with  dread. 
And  called  the  cedars,  in  that  hour. 
To  veil  his  conscious  head. 

4  Oh !  in  each  wind,  each  fountain  flow. 

Each  whisper  of  the  shade. 
Grant  me,  my  God,  thy  voice  to  know% 
And  not  to  be  afraid. 


S.  M.  EIemans,  alt. 

Walking  with  God. 

1  Blessings,  O  Father  !  shower 
In  love  upon  my  head  ; 

O'er  daily  walks,  or  lonely  hour, 
O  may  thy  grace  be  shed. 

2  Father,  I  may  not  pray 
Freedom  from  earthly  ill  ; 

Thy  peace  be  hovering  o'er  my  way 
With  its  dove-pinion  still ! 


NEARNESS    TO    GOD.  123 

3  O  let  a  sense  of  Thee, 
Of  thy  sustaining  love, 

My  bosom-guest  forever  be, 
Where'er  I  rest  or  move. 

4  A  heavenly  light  serene 
With  its  unfading  beams. 

Within  my  trusting  heart  be  seen, 
Brio-hter  than  childhood's  dreams. 

5  So  let  me  walk  vi^ith  Thee, 
Thy  presence  in  my  way  ; 

Made  by  thine  aiding  spirit  free. 
Thy  love  my  joy,  my  stay. 

138  C.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Seehing  God. 

1  Draw  near  us  Lord,  thyself  reveal, 

While  here  o'er  earth  we  rove ; 
Speak  to  our  hearts,  and  let  us  feel, 
The  kindlings  of  thy  love. 

2  With  thee  conversing,  we  forget 

All  time,  and  toil,  and  care ; 
Labor  is  rest,  and  toil  is  sweet, 
If  thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Here,  then,  my  God,  vouchsafe  to  stay, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice  ; 
My  bounding  heart  shall  own  thy  sway. 
And  echo  to  thy  voice. 

4  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  thy  face ; 

'T  is  all  I  wish  to  seek : 
T'  attend  the  whispers  of  thy  grace, 
And  hear  thee  inly  speak. 


124,   125  NEARNESS    TO    GOD. 

1^4:  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

''  3Iy  Soul  thirsteth  for  Tlieer 

1  Praise  with  my  heart,  my  mind,  my  voice, 
For  all  thy  mercy,  I  will  give  ; 

My  soul  shall  still  in  God  rejoice. 

My  tongue  shall  bless  thee  while  I  live. 

2  Better  than  life  itself  thy  love, 
Dearer  than  all  beside  to  me  ; 
For  whom  have  I  in  heaven  above, 

Or  what  on  earth,  compared  with  thee  ? 

3  Thee,  in  the  watches  of  the  night, 
When  I  remember,  on  my  bed, 

Thy  presence  makes  the  darkness  light ; 
Thy  guardian  wings  are  round  my  head. 

4  Through  all  my  bright,  or  clouded  days, 
I  follow  hard  on  thee,  my  God ; 

Thine  hand  unseen  upholds  my  ways ; 
I  lean  upon  thy  staff  and  rod. 

125  L.  M.  Cowper. 

''My  Soul  tliirsteth  for  God:' 

1  Dear  fountain  of  delight  unknown. 
No  longer  sink  below  the  brim  : 
But  overflow,  and  pour  me  down 

A  living  and  life-giving  stream. 

2  I  want  the  grace  that  springs  from  thee, 
That  quickens  all  things  where  it  flows, 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn,  like  me, 
Bloom  like  the  myrtle,  or  the  rose. 


NEARNESS    TO    GOD.  126,  127 

136  L.  M.  6  1.  Moravian. 

Living  to  God. 

1  O  DRAW  me,  Father,  after  thee. 
So  shall  I  run,  and  never  tire ; 

With  gracious  words  still  comfort  me ; 
Be  thou  my  hope,  my  sole  desire ; 
Free  me  from  every  weight :  nor  fear 
Nor  sin  can  come,  if  thou  art  here. 

2  From  all  eternity,  with  love 
Unchangeable  thou  hast  me  viewed  ; 
Ere  knew  this  beating  heart  to  move. 
Thy  tender  mercies  me  pursued  ; 
Ever  with  me  may  they  abide, 

And  close  me  in  on  every  side. 

3  In  suffering  be  thy  love  my  peace, 
In  weakness  be  thy  love  my  power ; 
And  when  the  strength  of  life  shall  cease. 
My  God !  in  that  important  hour, 

In  death  as  life  be  thou  my  Guide, 

And  bear  me  through  death's  whelming  tide. 

137  S.  M.  Doddridge. 
Communion  with  God  and  Christ. 

1  Our  heavenly  Father  calls. 
And  Christ  invites  us  near ; 

With  both  our  friendship  shall  be  sweet, 
And  our  communion  dear. 

2  God  pities  all  my  griefs ; 
He  pardons  every  day  ; 

Almighty  to  protect  my  soul, 
And  wise  to  guard  my  way. 


128  NEARNESS    TO    GOD. 

3  Jesus,  my  living  head, 

I  bless  thy  faithful  care ; 
Mine  advocate  before  the  throne, 
And  my  forerunner  there. 

4  Here  fix,  my  roving  heart. 
Here  wait,  my  warmest  love. 

Till  the  communion  be  complete 
In  nobler  scenes  above. 

128  S.  M.  Wesley. 

Joy  in  God. 

1  My  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call ; 

I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  The  smilings  of  thy  grace. 
How  amiable  they  are  ! 

'T  is  heaven  to  rest  in  thy  embrace, 
And  nowhere  else  but  there. 

3  Not  all  the  harps  above 
Can  make  a  heavenly  place. 

If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

4  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love. 
Where  all  my  pleasures  roll  ; 

The  circle  where  my  passions  move, 
The  centre  of  my  soul. 


NEARNESS    TO    GOD.  129,   130 

129  L.  M.  Doddridge. 
'^Return  unto  thy  Rest,  O  my  SouV 

1  Return,  my  soul,  and  seek  thy  rest 
Upon  thy  heavenly  Father's  breast : 
Indulge  me,  Lord,  in  that  repose 

The  soul  which  loves  thee  only  knows. 

2  Safe  in  thy  care,  I  fear  no  more 

The  tempest's  howl,  the  billow's  roar  : 
Those  storms  must  shake  the  Almighty's  seat, 
Which  violate  the  saint's  retreat. 

3  Thy  bounties.  Lord,  to  me  surmount 
The  power  of  language  to  recount  ; 
From  mornincr  dawn  to  settinor  sun 
Sees  but  my  work  of  praise  begun. 

4  Rich  in  ten  thousand  gifts  possessed. 
In  future  hopes  more  richly  blessed, 
I  '11  sit  and  sing,  till  death  shall  raise 
A  note  of  more  proportioned  praise. 

130  7s.  M.  6  I.  Montgomery. 

"  3Iy  Soul  panteth  after  thee,  O  GocV 

1  As  the  hart  with  eager  looks 
Panteth  for  the  water  brooks. 
So  ray  soul,  athirst  for  thee. 
Pants  the  living  God  to  see ; 
When,  O  when,  with  filial  fear, 
Lord,  shall  I  to  thee  draw  near. 


131,   132  NEARNESS    TO    GOD. 

2  Why  art  thou  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 
God,  thy  God,  shall  make  thee  whole : 
Why  art  thou  disquieted  ? 
God  shall  lift  thy  fallen  head, 
And  his  countenance  benign 
Be  the  saving  health  of  thine. 

131  L.  M.  6  1. 

"  My  Soulpanteth  after  thee,  O  Godr 

1  As  panting  in  the  sultry  beams. 
The  hart  desires  the  cooling  streams, 
So  to  thy  presence,  Lord,  I  flee, 

So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee; 
Athirst  to  taste  thy  living  grace. 
And  see  thy  glory,  face  to  face. 

2  Ah,  why  by  passing  clouds  opprest. 
Should  vexing  thoughts  distract  thy  breast  ? 
Turn,  turn  to  Him,  in  every  pain, 
Whom  suppliants  never  sought  in  vain  ; 
Thy  strength,  in  joy's  extatic  day. 

Thy  hope,  when  joy  has  passed  away. 

13S  L.  M.         Companion  H.  B. 

Aspiration  for  God. 

1  Fountain  of  all-sufficient  bliss. 
To  men  below,  to  saints  above, 
Fullness  of  joy  in  thee  there  is, 
Fullness  of  light,  fullness  of  love. 


NEARNESS    TO    GOD.  133 

2  Enter,  and  fill  my  waiting  mind ; 
Give  me  that  peace,  that  calm  repose, 
Which  self-complacence  cannot  find. 
Which  self-abasement  only  knows. 

3  Give  me  the  love  of  saints  on  high, 
Who  brightly  shine,  in  bliss  complete ; 
Who  view  thy  glorious  majesty. 

And  cast  their  crowns  before  thy  feet. 

133  7  &  6s.  M.        Rippon's  Coll. 

Aspiration  for  God. 

1  Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. 

Thy  better  portion  trace  ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things. 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place. 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay ; 
Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 

2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source  : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 
Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face ; 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


134  NEARNESS  TO  GOD. 

134:  7s.  M.  FURNESS. 

Aspirations. 

1  What  is  this  ?  and  whither,  whence, 
This  consuming  secret  sense. 
Longing  for  its  rest  and  food, 

In  some  hidden,  untried  good? 

2  'T  is  the  soul,  mysterious  name  ! 
God  it  seeks,  from  God  it  came; 
While  I  muse  I  feel  the  fire. 
Burning  on,  and  mounting  higher. 

3  Onward,  upward,  to  thy  throne, 
O  thou  Infinite,  Unknown, 
Still  it  presseth,  till  it  see 
Thee  in  all,  and  all  in  Thee. 


Perfect  Hebemption. 


135  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 
Likeness  to  God. 

1  Father,  they  who  thee  receive, 
And  in  thee  begin  to  live. 

Day  and  night  they  cry  to  thee, 
As  thou  art,  so  let  us  be. 

2  Fix,  O  fix  my  vravering  mind ! 
To  the  cross  my  spirit  bind : 
Earthly  passions  far  remove ; 
Fill  the  soul  with  perfect  love. 

3  Who  in  heart  on  thee  believes, 
He  the  promise  now  receives  : 
He  with  joy  beholds  thy  face, 
Triumphs  in  thy  pardoning  grace. 

4  Boundless  wisdom,  power  divine, 
Love  unspeakable  are  thine  : 
Praise  by  all  to  thee  be  given. 
Sons  of  earth,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 

136  S.  M.  Watts. 

"Perfect  Love  casteth  out  Pear  J' 

1     Behold,  what  wond'rous  grace 

The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  children  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  sons  of  God ! 

7 


137  PERFECT    REDEMPTION. 

2  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made : 
But,  when  we  see  our  Saviour  near, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

3  If  in  my  Father's  love 
I  share  a  filial  part, 

Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

4  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  slaves  beneath  the  throne  ; 
My  faith  shall  Abba,  Father,  cry,  • 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

137  7s.  M.  Wesley 

Union  with  God. 

1  When,  my  Father,  shall  I  be, 
Perfectly  resigned  to  thee  ? 
Poor  and  weak  in  my  own  eyes. 
Only  in  thy  wisdom  wise? 

2  Only  thee  content  to  know, 
Craving  nothing  else  below  ? 
Only  guided  by  thy  light, 
Only  mighty  in  thy  might  ? 

3  So  I  may  thy  spirit  know, 
Let  him  as  he  listeth  blow  ; 
Let  the  manner  be  unknown, 
So  I  may  with  thee  be  one. 

4  Fully  in  my  life  express. 
All  the  heights  of  holiness ; 
Sweetly  let  my  spirit  prove. 
All  the  depths  of  humble  love. 


PERFECT    REDE3IPTI0N.  138,   139 

138  C.  M.         Methodist  Coll. 
For  Union  with  God. 

1  Thou,  O  my  God,  thou  only  art, 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way ; 
Quicken  my  soul,  instruct  my  heart. 
My  feeble  footsteps  stay. 

2  Of  all  thou  hast  in  earth  below, 

In  heaven  above,  to  give. 
Give  me  thy  perfect  love  to  know, 
In  thee  to  walk  and  live. 

3  Fill  me  with  all  the  life  of  love ; 

In  mystic  union  join 
Me  to  thyself,  and  let  me  prove, 
The  fellowship  divine. 

139  L.  M.  TOPLADY. 

To  he  made  Perfect  in  Love. 

1  O  THAT  my  heart  was  right  with  thee. 
And  loved  thee  with  a  perfect  love  ; 
O  that  my  God  would  dwell  in  me. 
And  never  from  his  seat  remove. 

2  Father,  I  dwell  in  mournful  night. 
Till  thou  dost  in  my  heart  appear ; 
Arise,  propitious  sun  !  and  light 
An  everlasting  morning  there. 

3  O  let  my  prayer  acceptance  find. 
And  bring  the  mighty  blessing  down. 
Eyesight  impart,  for  I  am  blind ; 
And  seal  me  thine  adopted  son. 


140,   141  PERFECT    REDEMPTION. 

140  C.  M.  Doddridge. 
Cleanse  me  from  Secret  Faults. 

1  Searcher  of  hearts,  before  thy  face 

I  all  my  soul  display  ; 
And,  conscious  of  its  innate  arts, 
Entreat  thy  strict  survey. 

2  If,  lurking  in  its  inmost  folds, 

I  any  sin  conceal, 
O  !  let  a  ray  of  light  divine 
The  secret  guile  reveal. 

3  If,  tinctured  with  that  odious  gall, 

Unknowing  I  remain. 
Let  grace,  like  a  pure  silver  stream, 
Wash  out  the  hateful  stain. 

4  To  humble  penitence  and  prayer 

Be  gentle  pity  given ; 
Speak  ample  pardon  to  my  heart, 
And  grant  an  inward  heaven. 

141  7s.  M.  Merrick. 
Seehiiig  a  Clean  Heart. 

1  Blest  Instructer,  from  thy  ways. 
Who  can  tell  how  oft  he  strays? 
Purge  me  from  the  guilt  that  lies 
AVrapt  within  my  heart's  disguise. 

2  Let  my  tongue  from  error  free. 
Speak  the  words  approved  by  thee ; 
To  thine  all-observing  eyes, 

Let  our  thoughts  accepted  rise. 


PERFECT    REDEMPTION.  142,   143 

3  While  I  thus  thy  name  adore, 
And  thy  healing  grace  implore, 
Blest  Redeemer,  bow  thine  ear, 
God,  my  strength,  propitious  hear. 

142  C.  M.  Watts. 

Desire  of  Holiness. 

1  O  THAT  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  his  statutes  still  ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will ! 

2  From  vanity  turn  off  mine  eyes  ; 

Let  no  corrupt  design, 
Nor  covetous  desire,  arise 
Within  this  soul  of  mine. 

3  Order  my  footsteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  sincere  ; 
Let  sin  have  no  dominion.  Lord, 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 

4  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands ; 

'T  is  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands. 
Offend  against  my  God. 

143  L.  M.        Mrs.  Cotterill. 

Living  to  the  Glory  of  God. 

1  O  thou,  who  hast  at  thy  command. 
The  hearts  of  all  men  in  thy  hand ! 
Our  wayward,  erring  hearts  incline 
To  know  no  other  will  but  thine. 


144  PERFECT    REDEMPTION. 

2  Our  wishes,  our  desires,  control ; 
Mould  every  purpose  of  the  soul ; 
O'er  all  may  we  victorious  be 

That  stands  between  ourselves  and  thee. 

3  Thrice  blest  will  all  our  blessings  be, 
When  we  can  look  through  them  to  thee ; 
When  each  glad  heart  its  tribute  pays 
Of  love,  and  gratitude,  and  praise. 

4  And  while  we  to  thy  glory  live, 
May  we  to  thee  all  glory  give. 
Until  the  final  summons  come. 
That  calls  thy  willing  servants  home. 

144  S.  M.  Wesleyan. 

For  Inward  Renewal. 

1  The  thing  my  God  doth  hate. 
That  I  no  more  may  do. 

Thy  creature.  Lord,  again  create, 
And  all  my  soul  renew. 

2  My  soul  shall  then,  like  thine, 
Abhor  the  thing  unclean. 

And  sanctified  by  love  divine. 
Forever  cease  from  sin. 

3  That  blessed  law  of  thine, 
Father,  to  me  impart, 

The  Spirit's  law  of  life  divine  ; 
O  write  it  in  my  heart. 

4  Implant  it  deep  within. 
Whence  it  may  ne'er  remove, 

The  law  of  liberty  from  sin  ; 
The  law  of  perfect  love. 


PERFECT    REDEMPTION.  145,   146 

5     Thy  nature  be  my  law, 
Thy  spotless  sanctity ; 
And  sweetly  every  moment  draw 
My  happy  soul  to  thee. 

145  8,  8,  6s.  M.  Wesley. 
For  Perfect  Love. 

1  Oh  love  divine,  how  sweet  thou  art : 
When  shall  I  find  my  willing  heart, 

Entirely  ruled  by  thee  1 
I  thirst,  I  faint,  I  long  to  prove, 
The  greatness  of  redeeming  love. 

The  love  of  God  to  me. 

2  God  only  knows  the  love  of  God ; 

0  that  it  now  were  shed  abroad. 
In  this  weak,  erring  heart : 

For  love  I  sigh  —  for  love  I  pine  ; 
This  only  portion,  Lord,  be  mine ! 
Be  mine  this  better  part. 

3  O  that  I  could  forever  sit. 
Obedient  at  the  Master's  feet! 

Be  this  my  happy  choice  ; 
My  only  care,  delight  and  bliss. 
My  joy,  my  heaven  on  earth  be  this, 

To  hear  my  Father's  voice. 

146  7  &  6s.  M.  Wesleyan. 
For  Perfect  Love. 

1  Father,  to  thine  altar,  bind 

Me  with  the  cords  of  love ; 
Freedom  never  let  me  find, 
From  thee,  my  God,  to  move. 


147  PERFECT    REDEMPTION. 

2  If  I  have  begun  once  more, 

Thy  sweet  return  to  feel : 
O  !  if  now,  I  find  thy  power, 
Present  my  soul  to  heal : 

3  Still  and  quiet  may  I  lie. 

To  rest  in  thine  embrace ; 
Never  more  resist  or  fly, 
From  thy  pursuing  grace. 

4  Tears  of  joy  mine  eyes  o'erflow, 

For  every  hope  of  heaven  ; 
Much  of  love  I  ought  to  know, 
For  much  has  been  forgiven. 

147  C.  M.  Wesley. 

'^Present  yourselves  a  Living  Sacri^ce." 

1  Being  of  beings,  God  of  love. 

To  thee  our  hearts  we  raise  ; 
Thy  all-sustaining  grace  we  prove, 
And  gladly  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thine,  wholly  thine,  we  long  to  be. 

Our  sacrifice  receive  ; 
Made,  and  preserved,  and  saved  by  thee. 
To  thee  ourselves  we  give. 

3  Heavenward  our  earnest  wish  aspires. 

For  all  thy  mercy's  store ; 
The  sole  return  thy  love  requires. 
Is  that  we  ask  for  more. 

4  O  come,  and  new  redeeming  love, 

Shed  in  our  hearts  abroad  ; 

So  shall  we  ever  live,  and  move, 

And  be,  with  Christ  in  God. 


PERFECT    REDEMPTION.    148,  149,   150 

148  S.  M.  Wesleyan. 
For  the  Fullness  of  God. 

1  Father,  my  single  eye. 
Be  fixed  on  thee  alone. 

Thy  name  be  praised  on  earth,  on  high ; 
Thy  will  by  all  be  done. 

2  Spirit  of  faith  inspire, 
My  consecrated  heart; 

Fill  me  with  pure  celestial  fire, 
With  all  thou  hast  and  art. 

149  L.  M.  Wesleyan. 
For  the  Fullness  of  God. 

1  O  sovereign  love,  to  thee  I  cry, 
Give  me  thyself,  or  else  I  die ! 

Save  me  from  death,  from  sin  set  free  ; 
Sin,  death,  are  but  the  want  of  thee. 

2  duickened  by  thy  imparted  flame, 
Saved,  when  possessed  by  thee  I  am  ; 
My  life,  my  only  heaven  thou  art ; 

O  might  I  know  thee  in  my  heart. 

150  7s.  M.  Wesley. 
For  Full  Salvation. 

1  Saviour  of  the  sin-sick  soul. 
Give  me  faith  to  make  me  whole ; 
Finish  thy  great  work  of  grace, 
Clothe  my  heart  in  righteousness. 

2  Speak  the  second  time,  "  Be  clean  !  " 
Take  away  my  inward  sin : 

Every  stumbling  block  remove; 
Cast  it  out  by  perfect  love. 


151  PERFECT    REDEMPTION. 

3  Nothing  less  will  I  desire, 
Nothing  more  can  I  require  ; 
Nought  but  Christ  to  me  be  given ; 
Nought  but  Christ  in  earth  or  heaven. 

4  O  that  I  might  now  decrease  ; 

0  that  all  I  am  might  cease ! 
Let  me  into  nothing  fall  ! 
Thou,  my  God,  be  all  in  all . 

151  8, 8,  6s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

For  Full  Salvation. 

1  Father  !  on  me  the  grace  bestow. 
Which  all  that  feel  shall  surely  know, 

Their  sins  on  earth  forgiven  ; 
Give  me  to  prove  the  kingdom  mine. 
And  taste,  in  holiness  divine. 

The  happiness  of  heaven. 

2  Now  with  that  restless  thirst  inspire, 
That  sacred,  infinite  desire. 

And  feast  my  hungry  heart ; 
Less  than  thyself  cannot  suffice  ; 
My  soul  for  all  thy  fullness  cries, 

For  all  thou  hast  and  art. 

3  Come,  and  thy  crowning  grace  impart ! 
Bless  me  with  purity  of  heart ! 

That  now  beholding  thee, 

1  soon  may  view  thy  open  face. 
On  all  thy  glorious  beauties  gaze, 

And  God  for  ever  see. 


PERFECT    REDEMPTION.  152,  153 

152  C.  M.  Wesley. 

"  He  shall  purify  the  sons  of  Levi,  as  gold  and 

silver." 

1  Jesus,  thine  all-victorious  love, 

Shed  in  my  heart  abroad  : 
Then  shall  my  feet  no  longer  rove, 
Rooted  and  fixed  in  God. 

2  O  that  in  me  the  sacred  fire. 

Might  now  begin  to  glow  ! 
Burn  up  the  dross  of  base  desire. 
And  make  the  mountains  flow  ! 

3  Refining  fire,  go  through  my  heart, 

Illuminate  my  soul ; 
Diff'use  thy  life  through  every  part. 
And  sanctify  the  whole. 

4  My  steadfast  heart,  from  falling  free. 

Shall  then  no  longer  move  ; 
But  God  be  all  the  world  to  me. 
And  all  my  heart  be  love. 

153  L.  M.  6 1.  AVesleyan. 

Fulfilment  of  God^s  Promises. 

1  Father,  if  still  the  same  thou  art, 
If  all  thy  promises  are  sure. 

Set  up  thy  kingdom  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  rich,  for  I  am  poor : 
To  me  be  all  thy  treasures  given. 
The  kingdom  of  an  inward  heaven. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  bestowed, 
On  all  that  hunger  after  thee  1 

I  hunger  now,  I  thirst  for  God ; 


154  PERFECT    REDEMPTION. 

See  the  poor  fainting  spirit,  see ; 
And  satisfy  with  inward  peace, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  righteousness. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  thy  promise  sure, 
And  trust  thou  wilt  not  long  delay ; 
Hungry,  and  sorrowful,  and  poor. 
Upon  thy  word  myself  I  stay  ; 
Into  thy  hands  my  all  resign, 
And  wait  till  all  thou  art  is  mine. 

154  8  &  7s.  M.     Wesley's  Coll. 

^' He  that  dwelleth  in  Love,  dioelleth  in  God ,  and 
God  in  Him. 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come  down ! 
Fix  us  in  thy  humble  dwelling. 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Father  !  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art ; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation. 

Enter  every  longing  heart. 

2  Breathe,  O  breathe  thy  loving  spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest. 
Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive ; 
Graciously  come  down,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave. 


PERFECT    REDEMPTION.  155,  156 

155  7s.  M.  6  1.  Wesleyan. 
"  If  the  Son  make  youfree^  ye  shall  he  free  indeed.'^ 

1  Since  the  Son  hath  made  me  free, 
Let  me  taste  my  liberty  ! 

Abba,  Father,  hear  thy  child. 
Late  in  Jesus  reconciled; 
Hear,  and  all  thy  graces  shower. 
All  the  joy,  and  peace,  and  power. 

2  Heavenly  Father,  life  divine. 
Change  my  nature  into  thine ! 
Move,  and  spread  throughout  my  soul, 
Actuate,  and  fill  the  whole  ! 

Be  it  I,  no  longer  now 
Living  in  the  fiesh,  but  Thou. 

3  Father,  now  no  more  delay  ! 
Come,  and  in  thy  temples  stay  ! 
Now  thine  inward  witness  bear. 
Strong,  and  permanent,  and  clear  : 
Spring  of  life,  thyself  impart : 
Rise  eternal  in  my  heart ! 

156  C.  M.  Wesley. 

The  Soul's  Rest. 

1  Lord,  I  believe  a  rest  remains. 

To  all  thy  people  known  ; 
A  rest  where  pure  enjoyment  reigns, 
And  thou  art  loved  alone. 

2  A  rest,  where  all  our  soul's  desire 

Is  fixed  on  thincrs  above  ; 
Where  fear,  and  sin,  and  grief  expire, 
Cast  out  by  perfect  love. 


156  PERFECT    REDEMPTION. 

3  O  that  I  now  the  rest  might  know, 

Believe,  and  enter  in  ; 
Now,  Father,  now  the  power  bestow, 
And  let  me  cease  from  sin. 

4  Remove  all  hardness  from  my  heart, 

All  unbelief  remove  ; 
To  me  the  rest  of  faith  impart, 
The  sabbath  of  thy  love. 


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157  C.  M.  Montgomery 

What  is  Prayer  ? 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Uttered  or  unexpressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire, 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh. 

The  falling  of  a  tear  : 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye. 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech. 

That  infant  lips  can  try ; 
Prayer,  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach. 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  In  prayer,  on  earth,  the  saints  are  one; 

They  're  one  in  heart  and  mind ; 
When  with  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Sweet  fellowship  they  find. 

5  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God, 

The  life,  the  truth,  the  way. 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray. 


158,  159  PRAYER. 

158  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

''  Lord,  teach  us  lioio  to  Pray." 

1  Lord,  teach  us  how  to  pray  aright, 

With  reverence  and  with  fear  : 
Though  dust  and  ashes  in  thy  sight. 
We  may,  we  must  draw  near. 

2  God  of  all  grace,  we  come  to  thee. 

With  broken,  contrite  hearts; 
Give  what  thine  eye  delights  to  see. 
Truth  in  the  inward  parts  : 

3  Give  deep  humility ;  the  sense 

Of  godly  sorrow  give  ; 
A  strong  desiring  confidence, 
To  hear  thy  voice  and  live  : 

4  Patience,  to  watch,  and  wait,  and  weep. 

Though  mercy  long  delay; 
Courage,  our  fainting  souls  to  keep. 
And  trust  thee,  though  thou  slay. 

5  Give  these,  —  and  then  thy  will  be  done ; 

Thus  strengthened  with  all  might, 
We,  by  thy  Spirit  and  thy  Son, 
Shall  pray,  and  pray  aright. 

159  7  &  6s.  M.    Ed.  Lit.  Review. 

Prayer. 
1  Come,  with  pure  mind  and  feeling, 


From  earthly  thoughts  away ; 
id  at  the  altar  kneeling 
Do  thou  in  spirit  pray. 


PRAYER.  160 

2  Oh  !  not  a  joy  or  blessing, 

With  this  can  we  compare, 
The  power  that  God  hath  given  us. 
To  pour  our  souls  in  prayer. 

3  If  now  thou  pin'st  in  sadness, 

Before  His  footstool  fall ; 
Remember  in  thy  gladness. 
His  love  who  gave  thee  all. 

4  Oh !  every  earnest  breathing, 

And  every  thought  of  prayer, 
Will  reach  His  throne  of  glory. 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

160  C.  M.  Beddome,  alt. 

The  Power  of  Prayer. 

1  Prayer  is  the  spirit  of  our  God 

Returning  whence  it  came  ; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  soul  repose. 

And  soothes  the  wounded  breast ; 
Yields  comforts  to  the  mourners  here. 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice, 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice. 
And  cry,  — ''  Behold,  he  prays." 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air  ; 
His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death ; 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

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161,   162  PRAYER. 

161  L.  M.  Wesley. 

Prayer  the  Breath  of  the  Spirit's  Life. 

1  Prayer  is  to  God  the  soul's  sure  way  ; 
So  flows  the  grace  he  waits  to  give  ; 
Long  as  they  live  should  Christians  pray  ; 
They  learn  to  pray  when  first  they  live. 

2  If  pain  afflict,  or  wrongs  oppress. 
If  cares  distract,  or  fears  dismay  ; 
If  guilt  deject ;  if  sin  distress  ; 

In  every  need  still  watch  and  pray. 

3  'T  is  prayer  supports  the  soul  that 's  weak, 
Though  poor  and  broken  be  its  word ; 
Pray  if  thou  canst,  or  canst  not  speak  : 
The  breathings  of  the  soul  are  heard. 

4  Depend  on  him  ;    thou  shalt  prevail ; 
Make  all  thy  wants  and  wishes  known ; 
Fear  not,  his  mercy  will  not  fail  ; 

Ask  but  in  faith,  it  shall  be  done. 

163  C.  M. 

"  Thy  Will  he  Doner 

1  How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray. 

To  God  the  Holy  One, 
With  filial  love  and  trust  to  say, 
O  God,  thy  will  be  done. 

2  We  in  these  sacred  words  can  find 

A  cure  for  every  ill ; 
They  calm  and  soothe  the  troubled  mind. 
And  bid  its  fears  be  still. 


PRAYER.  163 

3  O  let  that  will  which  gave  us  breath, 

And  feeds  with  bliss  the  soul, 
In  joy  or  grief,  in  life  or  death, 
My  every  wish  control. 

4  O  could  my  heart  thus  ever  pray, 

Thus  imitate  thy  Son  ! 
Teach  me,  O  God,  with  truth  to  say 
Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done. 

163  S.  M. 

The  Place  of  Prayer. 

1  Here  in  this  place  of  prayer 
Father  !  thy  face  we  seek  : 

Grant  us  the  blessed  boon  to  share, 
Known  to  the  pure  and  meek. 

2  Come  then  to  holy  prayer, 
Souls  that  seem  lost  in  night ; 

Cast  on  the  Lord  your  heavy  care, 
Source  of  all  life  and  liaht ! 

3  Come  and  bend  low  in  prayer. 
Though  fears  press  down  your  souls ; 

The  Saviour's  promise,  "  I  am  there," 
The  saddening  fear  controls. 

4  Here  in  this  place  of  prayer 
Let  hearts  in  union  meet : 

Come,  cast  the  load  you  cannot  bear, 
Low  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

5  Then  from  this  house  of  prayer 
Shall  mingling  praise  be  given, 

And  angels,  mid  the  holy  air. 
Shall  bear  the  notes  to  heaven. 


164,  165  PRAYER. 

164  S.  M. 

Seasons  for  Prayer. 

1  Come  at  the  morning  hour, 
Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray ; 

Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 
Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 

Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun 
In  the  weary  heat  of  day. 

3  At  evening,  in  thy  home. 
Around  its  altar,  pray ; 

And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
With  Heaven  then  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  veils  our  eyes, 
O,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 

I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh.  Lord, 
With  thee  to  watch  and  pray. 

165  7s.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

Prayer  in  every  Place. 

1  Child,  amidst  the  flowers  at  play. 
While  the  red  light  fades  away ; 
Mother,  with  thine  earnest  eye, 
Ever  following  silently ; 

2  Father,  by  the  breeze  of  eve 
Called  thy  daily  toil  to  leave ; 
Pray  !  ere  yet  the  dark  hours  be. 
Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee  ! 


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PRAYER.  166 

3  Traveller,  in  the  stranger's  land, 
Far  from  thine  own  household  band ; 
Mourner,  haunted  by  the  tone 

Of  a  voice  from  this  world  gone  ; 

4  Captive,  in  whose  narrow  cell 
Sunshine  hath  not  leave  to  dwell ; 
Sailor,  on  the  darkening  sea, 

Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee ! 

5  Ye  that  triumph,  ye  that  sigh, 
Kindred  by  one  holy  tie. 
Heaven's  first  star  alike  ye  see  — 
Lift  the  heart,  and  bend  the  knee  ! 

166  7s.  M.      Methodist  Coll. 

God  everywhere  heareth  Prayer. 

1  They  who  seek  the  throne  of  grace. 
Find  that  throne  in  every  place ; 

If  we  love  a  life  of  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

2  In  our  sickness  and  our  health, 
In  our  want,  or  in  our  wealth. 
If  we  look  to  God  in  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

3  When  our  earthly  comforts  fail, 
When  the  woes  of  life  prevail, 
'T  is  the  time  for  earnest  prayer ; 
God  is  present  everywhere. 

4  Then,  my  soul,  in  every  strait 
To  thy  Father  come  and  wait ; 
He  will  answer  every  prayer, 
God  is  present  everywhere. 


167,   168  PRAYER. 

167  7s.  M. 

God  everywhere  heareth  Prayer. 

1  Though  on  dreary  wilds  alone, 
Prayer  's  a  pathway  to  the  throne  ; 
Place  the  Christian  where  you  will, 
Eternal  love  is  present  still. 

2  Who  can  trace  a  beam  of  ligrht  ? 
Prayer  's  more  rapid  in  its  flight  ; 
Rocks  of  granite,  gates  of  brass, 
Bow  to  let  the  pleading  pass. 

3  'Neath  the  sceptre  or  the  rod, 
Lift  thy  spirit  up  to  God  ; 
Deity  in  every  place. 

Opens  wide  the  gates  of  grace. 

168  C.  M.      Martineau's  Coll. 
Secret  Prayer. 

1  Sweet  is  the  prayer  whose  holy  stream 

In  earnest  pleading  flows  ; 
Devotion  dwells  upon  the  theme. 
And  warm  and  warmer  glows. 

2  But  sweeter  far  the  still,  small  voice, 

Heard  by  no  human  ear. 
When  Jesus  makes  the  heart  rejoice. 
And  dries  the  bitter  tear. 

3  Nor  accents  flow,  nor  words  ascend ; 

All  utterance  faileth  there ; 
But  Christian  spirits  comprehend, 
And  God  accepts  the  prayer. 


PRAYER.  169,   170 

169  L.  M.  6  ].  Wesley. 
For  the  Spirit  of  Prayer. 

1  O  God,  thou  sovereign  Lord  of  all. 
The  same  through  one  eternal  day. 
Attend  thy  feeble  children's  call, 
And  O,  instruct  us  how  to  pray  ! 
Pour  out  the  supplicating  grace. 
And  win  the  heart  to  seek  thy  face. 

2  We  shall  not  think  a  gracious  thought. 
We  shall  not  feel  a  pure  desire, 

Till  thou,  who  call'st  a  world  from  naught. 
The  power  into  our  hearts  inspire  : 
And  then  we  in  thy  Spirit  come, 
And  then  we  give  thee  back  thine  own. 

3  Come,  in  thy  pleading  Spirit  down, 
^To  us,  who  for  thy  coming  stay  ; 

Of  all  thy  gifts  we  ask  but  one, 
We  ask  the  constant  power  to  pray ; 
O  grant  us  Lord  this  great  request. 
Thou  canst  not  then  deny  the  rest. 

170  C.  M.  CowpER. 
"  Solitary  Communion  with  God:' 

1  Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord !  I  flee. 

From  strife  and  tumult  far  ; 
From  scenes,  where  sin  is  waging  still 
Its  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade. 

With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made, 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 


171  PR/IYER. 

3  There,  if  thy  presence  cheer  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode, 
O  with  what  peace,  and  joy,  and  love, 
She  communes  with  her  God ! 

4  There,  like  the  nightingale,  she  pours 

Her  solitary  lays; 
Nor  asks  a  witness  of  her  song, 
Nor  thirsts  for  human  praise. 

5  Author  and  Guardian  of  my  life. 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine, 
And  all  harmonious  names  in  one. 
My  Father  !  thou  art  mine. 

171  C.  M.  Sac.  Offering. 

Solitary  Communion  with  God. 

1  Let  me  not  wander  comfortless. 

My  Father,  far  from  thee, 
But  still  beneath  thy  guardian  wing. 
In  holy  quiet  be. 

2  The  storms  of  grief,  the  tears  of  woe, 

Soothed  by  thy  love  shall  cease  ; 
And  all  the  trembling  spirit  breathe 
A  deep,  unbroken  peace. 

3  The  power  of  prayer,  shall  o'er  me  shed 

A  soft  celestial  calm  ; 
Sweeter  than  evening's  twilight  dews, 
My  soul  shall  drink  its  balm. 

4  For  there  thy  still  small  voice  shall  speak 

Thy  great,  thy  boundless  love ; 
And  tears  and  smiles,  and  grief  and  joy 
Shall  lift  my  soul  above. 


PRAYER.  172 

17a  L.  M.  Watts. 

Devout  Retirement  and  Meditation. 

1  My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  : 
Amidst  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove, 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  my  heavenly  birth? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below, 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense  : 

One  sovereign  word  can  draw  me  thence : 
I  would  obey  thy  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,  with  all  her  strife,  withdrawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone : 

In  secret  silence  of  the  mind, 

My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 


Spiritual  3nfluence0^ 


173  P.  M.         Spirit  of  the  Ps. 

The  Comforter. 

1  Our  blest  Redeemer,  ere  he  breathed 
His  tender,  last  farewell, 

A  Guide,  a  Comforter,  bequeathed 
With  us  to  dwell. 

2  He  came  in  toncrues  of  livincr  flame, 
To  teach,  convince,  subdue; 
All-powerful  as  the  wind  he  came, 

As  viewless  too. 

3  He  came  sweet  influence  to  impart, 
A  gracious,  willing  guest, 

While  he  can  find  one  humble  heart 
Wherein  to  rest. 

4  And  His  that  gentle  voice  we  hear, 
Soft  as  the  breath  of  even, 

That  checks  each  fault,  and  calms  each  fear. 
And  speaks  of  heaven. 

5  And  every  virtue  we  possess 
And  every  victory  won. 

And  every  thought  of  holiness, 
Are  His  alone. 


SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES.  174,  175 

6  Spirit  of  purity  and  grace, 
Our  weakness  pitying  see ; 
O  make  our  hearts  thy  dwelling-place. 
And  worthier  thee. 

174  C.  M.  Keble. 

^^  There  came  a  sound  from   Heaven^   a   rushing 
mighty  ivind." 

1  Lo  !  when  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  his  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  Heaven  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 

2  It  fills  the  Church  of  God  :  it  fills 

The  sinful  world  around  : 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills. 
No  place  for  it  is  found. 

3  To  other  strains  our  souls  are  set : 

A  giddy  whirl  of  sin 
Fills  ear  and  heart,  and  will  not  let, 
Heaven's  harmonies  come  in. 

4  Come,  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love,  and  Power, 

Open  our  ears  to  hear  ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour  j 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear. 

170  C.  M.  COTTERILL. 

Coming  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  ! 
Christ,  our  ascended  Lord 
Sends  down  the  Spirit  from  on  high, 
According  to  his  word. 


176  SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES. 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

New  life  creates  within  ; 
He  quickens  sinners  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  God  the  Spirit  takes 

And  shows  them  unto  men  ; 
The  contrite  soul  his  temple  makes, 
God's  image  stamps  again. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above. 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 
Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire. 

176  C.  M.  GURNEY. 

Ministry  of  the  Comforter. 

1  How  sweet  to  wait  upon  the  Lord 

In  stillness  and  in  prayer  ! 
For  though  there  be  no  spoken  word. 
The  Comforter  is  there. 

2  A  ministry  of  wondrous  skill, 

True  graces  to  impart ! 
It  teaches  all  the  Father's  will. 
And  preaches  to  the  heart. 

3  It  dissipates  all  coward  fears, 

And  bids  the  coldest  glow; 
It  speaks ;  and  lo,  the  softest  tears 
Of  deep  contrition  flow. 

4  It  knows  to  bend  the  heart  of  steel ; 

It  bows  the  loftiest  soul ; 
O'er  all  we  think  and  all  we  feel, 
How  matchless  its  control ! 


SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES.  177,  178 

5  And  ah !  how  precious  is  His  love, 
In  tenderest  touches  given  ; 
It  whispers  here  the  bliss  above, 
And  makes  the  soul  a  heaven. 

177  L.  M.  Steele. 
*'  He  shall  give  you  another  Comforter ^ 

1  Dear  Lord,  and  shall  thy  Spirit  rest 
In  such  a  wandering  heart  as  mine? 
Unworthy  dwelling  !  glorious  guest ! 
How  great  the  favor  !  how  divine ! 

2  Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
'T  is  he  sustains  my  fainting  heart ; 
Else  would  my  hopes  forever  die, 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

3  And  when  my  cheerful  hope  can  say 
I  love  my  God,  and  taste  his  grace. 
Lord,  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray, 

Which  brings  this  dawn  of  sacred  peace  1 

4  Let  thy  kind  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  Love, 

And  light  and  heavenly  peace  impart. 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 

178  L.  M.  6 1.  Wesley. 

The  Spirit  in  the  Soul. 

]   O  THAT  the  Comforter  would  come ! 
Nor  visit  as  a  transient  guest, 
But  fix  in  me  his  constant  home. 
And  keep  possession  of  my  breast; 
And  make  my  soul  his  loved  abode, 
The  temple  of  indwelling  God. 


179,  180  SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES. 

2  When  shall  I  hear  the  inward  voice, 
Which  only  faithful  souls  can  hear  ? 
Pardon,  and  peace,  and  heavenly  joys, 
Attend  the  promised  Comforter  : 
O  come,  and  righteousness  divine. 
And  Christ,  and  all  with  Christ,  are  mine. 

179  7  &  6s.  M.  Wesleyan. 
The  Whispers  of  Grace. 

1  Open,  Lord,  my  inward  ear, 

And  bid  my  heart  rejoice ; 
Bid  my  quiet  spirit  hear 

The  comfort  of  thy  voice  ; 
Never  in  the  whirlwind  found. 

Or  where  earthquakes  rock  the  place. 
Still  and  silent  is  the  sound, 

The  whisper  of  thy  grace. 

2  From  the  world  of  sin  and  noise, 

And  tumult  I  withdraw ; 
For  the  small  and  inward  voice 

I  wait  with  humble  awe  ; 
Silent  am  I  now  and  still. 

Dare  not  in  thy  presence  move  ; 
To  my  waiting  soul  reveal 

The  secret  of  thy  love. 

180  L.  M.  Bulfinch. 

God's  Voice  in  the  Soul. 

1  Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned 
At  evening's  calm  and  holy  hour. 
As  if  its  inmost  depths  discerned 
The  presence  of  a  loftier  power  1 


SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES.  181 

2  And  as  upon  the  sacred  page, 
Thine  eye  in  rapt  attention  turned 
O'er  records  of  a  holier  age, 

Hath  not  thy  heart  within  thee  burned  ? 

3  It  was  the  voice  of  God,  that  spake 
In  silence  to  thy  secret  heart. 

And  bade  each  worthier  thought  awake. 
And  every  dream  of  earth  depart. 

4  As  they  who  once  with  Jesus  trod, 
With  kindling  breast  his  accents  heard. 
But  knew  not  that  the  Son  of  God 
Was  uttering  every  burning  word  ; 

5  Father  of  Jesus  !  thus  thy  voice 
Speaks  to  our  hearts  in  tones  divine ; 
Our  spirits  tremble  and  rejoice. 

But  know  not  that  the  voice  is  thine. 

6  Still  be  thy  hallowed  accents  near ! 
To  doubt  and  passion  whisper  peace ; 
Direct  us  on  our  journey  here, 

And  bid,  in  heaven,  our  wanderings  cease. 

181  7,  6.    7,  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

"  The  Word  is  in  thy  Heart.'' 

1  Oft,  I  in  my  heart  have  said, 

Who  shall  ascend  on  high, 
Soar  to  Christ,  my  glorious  Head, 

And  bring  him  from  the  sky  1 
Borne  on  contemplation's  wing. 
Surely  I  shall  find  him  there. 
Where  the  angels  praise  their  King, 

And  gain  the  Morning  Star. 


182  SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES. 

2  But  the  power  of  living  faith 

Hath  taught  me  better  things ; 

''  Inward  turn  thine  eyes,"  it  saith, 
While  Christ  to  me  it  brings  : 

Christ  is  ready  to  impart, 

Life  to  all,  for  life  who  sigh  ; 

In  thy  mouth,  and  in  thy  heart, 
The  word  is  ever  nigh. 

18^  S.  M.  Barton,  alt. 

**  The  Word  is  nigh  thee,  in  thy  Hearth 

1  Say  not  the  law  divine 
Is  hidden  far  from  thee  ; 

That  heavenly  law  within  may  shine, 
And  there  its  brightness  be. 

2  Soar  not,  my  soul,  on  high. 
To  bring  it  down  to  earth  ; 

No  star  within  the  vaulted  sky 
Is  of  such  priceless  worth. 

3  Thou  need'st  not  launch  thy  bark 
Upon  a  shoreless  sea, 

Breasting  its  waves  to  find  the  ark, 
To  bring  this  dove  to  thee. 

4  Cease  then  my  soul,  to  roam. 
Thy  wanderings  all  are  vain  : 

That  holy  word  is  found  at  home ; 
Within  thy  heart  its  reign. 

5  O  humbly  seek  it  there, 
With  a  devoted  mind  ; 

And  ever  watching  unto  prayer, 
Thou  shalt  its  promise  find. 


SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES.  183,   184 

183  L.  M. 

Breathings  of  Grace. 

1  Like  morning,  when  her  early  breeze 
Breaks  up  the  surface  of  the  seas, 
That,  in  their  furrows,  dark  with  night, 
Her  hand  may  sow  the  seeds  of  light ; 

2  Thy  grace  can  send  its  breathings  o'er 
The  spirit,  dark  and  lost  before ; 
And  freshening  all  its  depths,  prepare 
For  truth  divine  to  enter  there  ! 

3  Till  David  touched  his  sacred  lyre, 
In  silence  lay  the  unbreathing  wire; 
But  when  he  swept  its  chords  along. 
E'en  angels  stooped  to  hear  the  song. 

4  So  sleeps  the  soul,  till  thou,  O  Lord, 
Shall  deign  to  touch  its  lifeless  chord  ; 
Till,  waked  by  thee,  its  breath  shall  rise 
In  music,  worthy  of  the  skies. 

184  C.    M.  COWDER,    ALT. 

God s  Presence  in  the  Soul. 

1  Father,  why  should  my  laboring  mind 

Search  after  thee  in  vain  ; 
Thee  in  thy  works  of  power  to  find, 
Or  to  thy  seat  attain. 

2  We  hear  thy  voice  when  thunders  roll 

Through  the  wide  fields  of  air  ; 
The  waves  obey  thy  dread  control ; 
Yet  still  thou  art  not  there, 
9 


184  SPIRITUAL    INFLUENCES. 

3  O,  not  in  circling  depth  or  height, 

But  in  the  conscious  breast, 
Present  to  faith,  though  veiled  from  sight, 
There  does  thy  spirit  rest, 

4  O  come,  for  poor  and  weak  in  heart, 

I  long  for  such  a  guest ; 
Thy  life,  thy  light,  thy  love  impart. 
And  make  thy  creature  blest. 


JDe0{re0  for  tl)e  0p{rif0 


185  L.  M.  Rippon's  Coll. 
Longing  for  a  Propitious  Gale. 

1  At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
Toiling,  I  cry,  Sweet  Spirit,  come  ! 
Cielestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay, 

But  swell  my  sails,  and  speed  my  way. 

2  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I  glow, 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below; 

But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail ; 

Thou,  thou  must  breathe  th'  auspicious  gale. 

186  L.  M.  Dryden. 

Divine  Light  Lnplored. 

1  On,  source  of  uncreated  light ! 

By  whom  the  worlds  were  raised  from  nio-ht. 
Come,  visit  every  pious  mind  ; 
Come,  pour  thy  joys  on  human  kind. 

2  Plenteous  in  grace,  descend  from  high, 
Rich  in  thy  matchless  energy  ; 

From  sin  and  sorrow  set  us  free, 
And  make  us  temples  worthy  thee. 


187,  188  DESIRES    FOR    THE 

3  Thrice  holy  fount !  thrice  holy  fire  ! 
Our  hearts  with  heavenly  love  inspire ; 
Make  us  eternal  truths  receive, 

Aid  us  to  live  as  we  believe. 

4  Chase  from  our  path  each  noxious  foe,    • 
And  peace,  the  fruit  of  love,  bestow  ; 
And  lest  our  feet  should  step  astray. 
Protect  and  guide  us  in  our  way. 

187  S.  M.  Hemans. 

For  the  Presence  of  Heavenly  Thoughts. 

1  Come  to  me,  thoughts  of  heaven  ! 
My  fainting  spirit  bear 

On  your  bright  wings,  by  morning  given, 

Up  to  celestial  air. 

Away,  far,  far  away. 

From  thoughts  by  passion  given. 
Fold  me  in  blue,  still,  cloudless  day, 

O  blessed  thouorhts  of  heaven  ! 

2  Come  in  my  tempted  hour. 
Sweet  thoughts  !  and  yet  again 

O'er  sinful  wish  and  memory,  shower 

Your  soft  effacing  rain  ; 

Waft  me  where  gales  divine. 

With  dark  clouds  ne'er  have  striven ; 
Where  living  founts  forever  shine: 

O  blessed  thoughts  of  heaven  ! 

188  C.  M.  Watts. 

Desires  for  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers. 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love. 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 


spirit's  guidance.  189 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
i         Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 

Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go, 
To  find  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers; 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

189  L.  M.  6  1.      Wesley's  Coll. 

For  the  Direction  of  God's  Sj)irit. 

1  Leader  of  Israel's  host,  and  guide 
Of  all  who  seek  the  land  above. 
Beneath  thy  shadow  we  abide. 
The  cloud  of  thy  protecting  love  ; 

Our  strength  thy  grace,  our  rule  thy  word, 
Our  end  the  glory  of  the  Lord. 

2  By  thine  unerring  spirit  led, 
We  shall  not  in  the  desert  stray  ; 
We  shall  not  full  direction  need. 
Nor  miss  our  providential  way  ; 
As  far  from  danger  as  from  fear, 
While  love,  almighty  love,  is  near. 


190,   191  DESIRES    FOR    THE 


190  S.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Seeking  Aid  from  God. 

1  Father  thine  aid  afford, 
For  still  the  same  thou  art ; 

To  thee  I  look,  to  thee,  my  Lord ! 
Lift  up  my  feeble  heart. 

2  Thou  seest  my  troubled  breast, 
The  struggliiigs  of  my  will, 

The  foes  that  interrupt  my  rest, 
The  trials  that  I  feel. 

3  In  thee  all  fullness  dwells. 
And  all  for  erring  man  : 

Fill  every  want  my  spirit  feels, 
And  sunder  every  chain. 

4  I  long  to  see  thy  face. 
Thy  Spirit  I  implore ; 

The  living  water  of  thy  grace. 
That  I  may  thirst  no  more. 

191  L.  M.  BeddoxMe. 

Teachings  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Come,  blessed  Spirit,  source  of  light. 
Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined, 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 
The  glorious  truth  thy  word  reveals  ; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way  ; 
The  book  unfold,  unloose  the  seals. 


spirit's  guidance.  192 

3  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know, 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love  ; 

The  emptiness  of  things  below, 
The  excellence  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray. 
Spread,  like  the  sun,  thy  beams  abroad, 
To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way. 

And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

193  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Prayer  for  Wisdom. 

1  Almighty  God,  in  humble  prayer 

To  thee  our  souls  we  lift; 
Do  thou  our  waiting  minds  prepare 
For  thy  most  needful  gift, 

2  We  ask  not  golden  streams  of  wealth 

Along  our  path  to  flow ; 
We  ask  not  undecaying  health, 
Nor  length  of  years  below. 

3  We  ask  not  honors,  which  an  hour 

May  bring  and  take  away ; 
We  ask  not  pleasure,  pomp,  and  power. 
Lest  we  should  go  astray. 

4  We  ask  for  wisdom :  Lord,  impart 

The  knowledge  how  to  live ; 
A  wise  and  understanding  heart 
To  all  before  thee  give. 

5  The  young  remember  thee  in  youth, 

Before  the  evil  days  ! 
The  old  be  guided  by  thy  truth 
In  wisdom's  pleasant  ways. 


193,   194  DESIRES    FOR    THE 

193  C.  M.  Smart. 
Prayer  for  Wisdom. 

1  Father  of  light !  conduct  my  feet 

Throuo-h  life's  dark,  dangerous  road; 
Let  each  advancing  step,  still  bring 
Me  nearer  to  my  God. 

2  Let  heaven-eyed  prudence  be  my  guide; 

And  when  I  go  astray, 
Recall  my  feet  from  folly's  paths, 
To  wisdom's  better  way. 

3  That  heavenly  wisdom  from  above 

Abundantly  impart ; 
And  let  it  guard,  and  guide,  and  warm. 
And  penetrate  my  heart ; 

4  Till  it  shall  lead  me  to  thyself. 

Fountain  of  bliss  and  love  ! 
And  all  my  darkness  be  dispersed 
In  endless  light  above. 

194  L.  M.  Merrick. 
"  Thy  Word  have  I  Hid  in  my  Heart. ^^ 

1  Teach  me,  O  teach  me,  Lord  !  thy  way ; 
So  to  my  life's  remotest  day. 

By  thy  unerring  precepts  led, 

My  willing  feet  its  paths  shall  tread. 

2  Informed  by  thee,  with  sacred  awe 
My  heart  shall  meditate  thy  law; 
And,  with  celestial  wisdom  filled. 
To  thee  its  full  obedience  yield. 


spirit's  guidance.  195 

3  Give  me  to  know  thy  words  aright, 
Thy  words,  my  soul's  supreme  delight ; 
That  purged  from  thirst  of  gold,  my  mind 
In  them  its  better  wealth  may  find. 

4  O  turn  from  vanity  mine  eye  ; 

To  me  thy  quickening  strength  supply ; 
And  with  thy  promised  mercy  cheer 
A  heart  devoted  to  thy  fear. 

195  L.  M.  6  1.  Merrick. 

Prayer  for  Spiritual  Light. 

1  While  here,  as  wandering  sheep  we  stray, 
Teach  us,  O  teach  us,  Lord !  thy  way ; 
Dispose  our  hearts,  with  sacred  awe, 
To  love  thy  word,  to  keep  thy  law  ; 
That  by  thy  guiding  precepts  led. 
Our  feet  the  paths  of  truth  may  tread. 

1  Great  Source  of  life  to  all  below  ! 
Teach  us  thy  holy  will  to  know : 
Teach  us  to  read  thy  word  aright, 
And  make  it  our  supreme  delight. 
In  every  heart  let  wisdom  shine, 
And  give  us  purity  divine. 

3  Maker,  Instructer,  Judore  of  all ! 
O  hear  us,  when  on  thee  we  call ! 
Since  inward  truth  thy  laws  require. 
That  inward  truth,  O  Lord !  inspire. 
Preserve  us  in  thy  holy  ways, 
And  teach  our  hearts  to  speak  thy  praise. 


196,   197  DESIRES    FOR    THE 

196  C.  M.  Scotch  Para. 

Our  Strength  is  in  God. 

1  Supreme  in  wisdom  as  in  power, 

The  Rock  of  Ages  stands, 
Though  him  thou  canst  not  see,  nor  trace 
The  workings  of  his  hands. 

2  He  gives  the  conquest  to  the  weak. 

Supports  the  fainting  heart ; 
And  courage  in  the  evil  hour 
His  heavenly  aids  impart. 

3  Mere  human  powers  shall  fast  decay. 

And  youthful  vigor  cease  ; 
But  those  who  wait  upon  the  Lord 
In  strength  shall  still  increase. 

4  They  with  unwearied  feet  shall  tread 

The  path  of  life  divine  ; 
With  growing  ardor  onward  move. 
With  growing  brightness  shine. 

197  •         7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Deliverance  in  God. 

1  God  of  love,  that  hear'st  our  prayer, 
Kindly  for  thy  people  care  ; 

We  on  thee  alone  depend  : 
Love  us,  save  us  to  the  end. 

2  Save  us  in  the  prosperous  hour. 
From  the  flattering  tempter's  power ; 
From  his  unsuspected  smiles. 
From  the  world's  pernicious  wiles. 


spirit's  guidance.  198 

3  Save  us  from  dependence  vain, 
On  the  help  of  feeble  man  ; 
Every  arm  of  flesh  remove ; 
Stay  us  only  on  thy  love. 

4  Far  above  all  earthly  things, 
Look  we  down  on  earthly  Kings  ! 
Taste  our  glorious  liberty  ; 
Find  our  happy  all  in  thee. 

198  S.  M.  Wesley. 

God  our  Helper. 

1  Thou  see'st  my  feebleness. 
Father,  be  thou  my  power  ! 

My  help,  my  refuge  in  distress, 
My  fortress  and  my  tower. 

2  Give  me  to  trust  in  thee ; 
Be  thou  my  sure  abode  : 

My  horn,  and  rock,  and  buckler  be. 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

3  Myself  I  cannot  save. 
Myself  I  cannot  keep ; 

But  strength  in  thee  I  surely  have, 
Whose  eyelids  never  sleep. 

4  My  soul  to  thee  alone. 
Now,  therefore,  I  commend  : 

Thou,  Father,  love  me  as  thine  own. 
And  love  me  to  the  end. 


199,  200  DESIRES    FOR    THE 

199  8  &  7s.  M.    Spirit  of  the  Ps. 

''  Except  the  Lord  keep  the  City,  the  Watchmen 
zvaketh  in  vain." 

1  Vainly  through  night's  weary  hours, 

Keep  we  watch  lest  foes  alarm ; 
Vain  our  bulwarks  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God^s  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor. 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless; 
Vain  without  his  grace  and  favor 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Vainer  still  the  hope  of  heaven, 

That  on  human  strength  relies  ; 
But  to  him  shall  help  be  given 
Who  in  humble  faith  applies. 

4  Seek  we  then  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest  ; 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed, 

Who  through  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

300  8  &  4s.  M.  Herbert. 

"  The  Heavens  shall  drop  down  Dew." 

1  My  heart  lies  dead;    and  no  increase 
Doth  my  dull  husbandry  improve : 

O  let  thy  graces  without  cease. 
Drop  from  above. 

2  Thy  dew  doth  every  morning  fall : 
And  shall  the  dew  outstrip  thy  Dove  ? 
The  dew  for  which  earth  cannot  call 

Drop  from  above ! 


spirit's  guidance.  201 

3  The  world  is  tempting  still  my  heart 
Unto  a  hardness  void  of  love  ; 

Let  heavenly  grace,  to  cross  its  art, 
Drop  from  above. 

4  O  come !  for  thou  dost  know  the  way  ! 
Or  if  to  me  thou  wilt  not  move, 
Remove  me  where  I  need  not  say, 

'*  Drop  from  above  !  " 

301  C.    M.  MiLMAN. 

''My  Grace  is  sufficient  for  theeJ^ 

1  Oh  help  us,  Lord !  each  hour  of  need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  in  word,  in  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh  help  us,  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore ; 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead. 
Oh  help  us.  Lord,  the  more. 

3  Oh  help  us,  through  the  prayer  of  faith, 

More  firmly  to  believe  ; 
For  still  the  more  the  servant  hath, 
The  more  shall  he  receive. 

4  Oh  help  us.  Father  !  from  on  high, 

We  know  no  help  but  thee  ; 
Oh  !  help  us  so  to  live  and  die, 
As  thine  in  heaven  to  be* 


202,  203  DESIRES    FOR    THE 

S03  L.  M.  Moravian. 

"  As  thy  Day  thy  Strength  shall  be.'' 

1  O  THOU,  to  whose  all-searching  sight 
The  darkness  shineth  as  the  light, 
Search,  prove  my  heart,  it  pants  for  thee ; 
O  burst  its  bonds,  and  set  it  free ! 

2  If  in  this  maze  of  life  I  stray. 

Be  thou  my  guide,  be  thou  ray  way  ; 

No  foes,  no  violence  I  fear, 

No  harm,  while  thou,  my  God,  art  near. 

3  If  rising  floods  my  soul  o'erflow, 
Or  sinks  my  heart  in  waves  of  wo, 
O  God,  thy  timely  aid  impart. 

And  raise  my  head,  and  cheer  my  heart. 

4  If  rough  and  thorny  be  my  way. 
My  strength  proportion  to  my  day  ; 

Till  toil,  and  grief,  and  pain  shall  cease, 
And  all  is  calm,  and  joy,  and  peace. 

S03  S.  M.  Wesleyan. 

God  an  Unfailing  Refuge. 

1  Father,  our  wants  relieve 
In  this  our  evil  day  : 

To  all  thy  tempted  children  give 
The  power  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  I  want  a  true  regard, 
A  single,  steady  aim  ; 

Unmoved  by  threatening  or  reward. 
To  thee  and  thy  great  name. 


spirit's  guidance.  204 

3  Swift  to  my  rescue  come; 
Thine  own  this  moment  seize  ; 

Gather  my  wandering  spirit  home, 
And  keep  in  perfect  peace. 

4  Long  as  our  trials  last, 
Long  as  the  cross  we  bear, 

O  let  our  souls  on  thee  be  cast 
In  never-ceasing  prayer ! 

204  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

*'  The  ivayfaring  man,  though  a  fool,  shall  not  err 
therein.'^ 

1  Hravenly  Father,  Sovereign  Lord, 
Ever  faithful  to  thy  word, 

Lead  us  in  the  way  of  peace, 

In  the  path  of  righteousness  : 

There  the  simple  cannot  stray  ; 

Babes,  though  blind,  may  find  the  way  ; 

Find,  nor  ever  thence  depart. 

Safe  in  lowliness  of  heart. 

2  There  the  humble  walk  secure, 
God  hath  made  their  footsteps  sure; 
There  let  holy  tempers  rise. 

All  the  fruits  of  Paradise  : 
Streams  of  grace  our  thirst  repress, 
Starting  from  the  wilderness ; 
Make  the  thirsty  land  a  pool, 
Fix  the  spirit  in  our  soul. 


^boration. 


*30o  p.  M. 

Invocation. 

1  Come,  thou  Almighty  King  ! 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing  ; 

Help  us  to  praise  ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  days  ! 

2  Come,  thou  all-gracious  Lord  ! 
By  heaven  and  earth  adored. 

Our  prayer  attend  ! 
Come,  and  thy  children  bless ; 
Give  thy  good  word  success  ; 
Make  thine  own  holiness 

On  us  descend  ! 

3  Never  from  us  depart ; 
Rule  thou  in  every  heart, 

Hence,  evermore  ! 
Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see. 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 


ADORATION.  206, 207 

306  C.  M.  Patrick. 

Te  Deum. 

1  O  God  !  we  praise  thee,  and  confess 

That  thou  the  only  Lord, 
And  everlasting  Father  art, 
By  all  the  earth  adored. 

2  To  thee  all  angels  cry  aloud  ; 

To  thee  the  powers  on  high. 
Both  cherubim  and  seraphim, 
Continually  do  cry  ; 

3  O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Whom  heavenly  hosts  obey. 
The  world  is  with  the  glory  filled 
Of  thy  majestic  sway. 

4  The  apostles'  glorious  company. 

And  prophets  crowned  with  light. 
With  all  the  martyr's  noble  host, 
Thy  constant  praise  recite. 

5  The  holy  church  throughout  the  world, 

O  Lord,  confesses  thee 
The  eternal  God,  who  was,  and  is. 
And  evermore  shall  be. 

S07  L.  M.  RoscoE. 

Song  of  Adoration. 

1  Let  one  loud  song  of  praise  arise 

To  God,  whose  goodness  ceaseless  flows  \ 
Who  dwells  enthroned  above  the  skies. 
And  life  and  breath  on  all  bestows. 
10 


208  ADORATION. 

2  Let  all  of  good  this  bosom  fires, 

To  him,  sole  good,  give  praises  due  ; 
Let  all  the  truth  himself  inspires 
Unite  to  sing  him  only  true. 

3  In  ardent  adoration  joined, 
Obedient  to  thy  holy  will. 

Let  all  our  faculties,  combined. 
Thy  just  commands,  O  God  !  fulfil. 

4  O !  may  the  solemn  breathing  sound 
Like  incense  rise  before  thy  throne. 
Where  thou,  whose  glory  knows  no  bound, 
Great  Cause  of  all  things,  dwell'st  alone. 

*B08  7s.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

Glory  to  God. 

1  Glory  be  to  God  on  high, 
God  whose  glory  fills  the  sky  ; 
Peace  on  earth  to  man  foro-iven, 
Man,  the  well  beloved  of  heaven. 

2  Favored  mortals,  raise  the  song ; 
Endless  thanks  to  God  belong; 
Hearts  o'erflowing  with  his  praise. 
Join  the  hymns  your  voices  raise. 

3  Mark  the  wonders  of  his  hand  ; 
Power,  no  empire  can  withstand ; 
Wisdom,  angels'  glorious  theme  ; 
Goodness,  one  eternal  stream. 

4  Gracious  Being  !  from  thy  throne 
Send  thy  promised  blessings  down ; 
Let  thy  light,  thy  truth,  thy  peace, 
Bid  our  raging  passions  cease. 


ADORATION.  209,  210 

a09  L.  M.  Watts. 

Adoration  of  the  Divine  Perfections. 

1  Be  thou  exalted,  O  our  God  ! 

Above  the  heavens  w^here  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

2  In  thee,  O  God  !   are  all  the  springs 

Of  boundless  love,  and  grace  unknown  ; 
All  the  rich  gifts  which  nature  brings, 
Are  blessings  flowing  from  thy  throne. 

3  High  o'er  the  earth  thy  mercy  reigns. 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  : 
Thy  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
Thouorh  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

4  Be  thou  exalted,  O  our  God  ! 

Above  the  heavens  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

•210  C.    M.  BOWRING. 

Greatness  and  Condescension  of  God. 

1  O  COME,  a  thousand  voices  call, 

Spirits  of  life  and  love  ! 
Bring  praises  to  the  Lord  of  all 
Who  reiorns  in  light  above. 

2  The  glories  of  the  field  are  his. 

The  music  of  the  sky  ; 
The  light  of  hope,  the  smile  of  bliss, 
And  nature's  song  of  joy. 


211  ADORATION. 

3  His  worshippers,  the  countless  train 

The  lap  of  nature  bears  ; 
The  boisterous  wind,  the  raging  main, 
The  silence  of  the  spheres. 

4  His  power  no  human  tongue  can  tell, 

Nor  angel  hymns  rehearse  ; 
'T  is  high  as  heaven,  't  is  deep  as  hell, 
And  fills  the  universe. 

5  And  O !  can  one  as  great  as  He 

Bend  to  the  earth  his  ear  ? 
Can  creatures  weak  and  frail  as  we 
Before  his  face  appear  1 

6  Up  to  his  throne  our  souls  may  rise, 

His  promises  are  given  ; 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice 
Will  find  its  way  to  heaven. 

311  L.  M.  Watts. 

Perfection  of  God. 

1  High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  ! 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines ; 

Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud, 
That  veils  or  darkens  thy  designs. 

2  Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands, 

As  mountains  their  foundations  keep  ; 
Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

3  O  God  !  how  excellent  thy  grace. 
Whence  all  our  hope  and  comfort  springs  ! 
In  fear,  in  trouble,  in  distress, 

We  '11  seek  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 


ADORATION.  212,  213 

4  The  living  bread  thy  word  bestows, 
Will  fainting  souls  with  strength  renew  ; 
There  mercy  like  a  river  flows. 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  view. 

^1^  7s.  M.       Salisbury  Coll. 

Humble  Adoration. 

1  Grateful  notes  and  numbers  bring 
While  Jehovah's  praise  we  sing  ; 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Be  thy  glorious  name  adored. 

2  Though  unworthy,  Lord,  thine  ear 
Deign  our  humble  songs  to  hear  ; 
Purer  strains  we  hope  to  bring. 
When  around  thy  throne  we  sing. 

3  While  on  earth  ordained  to  stay. 
Guide  our  footsteps  in  thy  way. 
Till  we  come  to  reign  with  thee, 
And  thy  glorious  greatness  see. 

4  Then  no  tongue  shall  silent  be. 
All  shall  join  in  harmony. 

And  to  heaven's  remotest  bound, 
Everlasting  praises  sound. 

^13  L.  M.  Watts. 

Adoring  Praise. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne. 
Ye  nations  bow  with  sacred  joy  ; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 


214  ADORATION. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 
Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 

And  when  like  wandering  sheep  we  strayed, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care. 
Our  souls  and  all  our  mortal  frame  ; 
What  lastincr  honors  shall  we  rear. 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name? 

4  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates  with  thankful  songs ; 
Hiorh  as  the  heavens  our  voices  raise  ; 

And  earth,  with  her  ten  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  wdth  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 
Vast  as  eternity  thy  love ; 

Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  must  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

•314  L.  M.  Watts. 

God  Omnipresent. 

1  Lord  !  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me  through : 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view, 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours, 

My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own. 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known  : 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak. 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand  : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 


ADORATION.  215 

4  O  may  these  thoughts  possess  my  breast, 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest ! 
Nor  Jet  ray  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

215  P.  M.  Edmeston. 

God  is  Present  Everywhere. 

1  Where  can  I  go  from  thee  ! 
All-present  Deity  ! 

Nature,  and  Time,  and  Thought  thine  impress  bear; 

Through  earth,  or  sea,  or  sky, 

Though  wide  and  far  I  fly, 
I  turn,  and  find  thee  present  with  me  there. 

2  The  perfume  of  the  rose. 
And  every  flower  that  blows. 

All  mark  thy  love  ;   the  clusters  of  the  vale, 

The  corn  that  crowns  the  fields, 

The  fruits  the  garden  yields, 
Proclaim  the  bounties  that  can  never  fail. 

3  From  thee  I  cannot  fly  ; 
Thine  all-observing  eye 

Marks  the  minutest  atom  of  thy  reign  ; 

How  far  soe'er  I  go, 

Thou  all  my  paths  wouldst  know, 
And  bring  the  wanderer  to  this  earth  again. 

4  But  why  should  I  depart  ? 
'T  is  safety  where  thou  art ; 

And  could  one  favored  spot  thy  being  hold, 

I,  poor,  and  vain,  and  weak, 

That  sacred  spot  would  seek. 
And  dwell  within  the  shelter  of  thy  fold. 


216,  217  ADORATION. 

316  L.  M.  BowRiNG. 

Joy  in  God's  Universal  Presence. 

1  O  SWEET  it  is  to  know,  to  feel, 

In  all  our  doubts,  our  wanderings  here, 
No  niorht  of  sorrow  can  conceal 
Man  from  thy  notice,  from  thy  care. 

2  Unseen,  yet  everywhere  thou  art, 
Felt  everywhere,  yet  all  unknown! 
In  the  frail  temple  of  my  heart, 
As  on  thine  everlasting  throne. 

3  No  distance  can  outreach  thine  eye, 
No  night  obscure  thy  endless  day  : 
Be  this  my  comfort  when  I  sigh, 
Be  this  my  safeguard  when  I  stray. 

217  L.  M.  Browne. 

The  Only  True  God. 

1  Eternal  God,  almighty  cause 

Of  earth,  and  seas,  and  worlds  unknown  ; 
All  things  are  subject  to  thy  laws  ; 
All  things  depend  on  thee  alone. 

2  Thy  glorious  being  singly  stands, 
Of  all  within  itself  possessed  : 
Controlled  by  none  are  thy  commands ; 
Thou  in  thyself  alone  art  blessed. 

3  Worship  to  thee  alone  belongs  ; 
Worship  to  thee  alone  we  give  ; 

Thine  be  our  hearts,  and  thine  our  songs, 
And  to  thy  glory  may  we  live. 


ADORATION.  218,  219 

4  Lord,  spread  thy  name  through  every  land, 
In  every  heart  erect  thy  throne  ; 
Subdue  the  world  to  thy  commands, 
And,  as  thou  art,  reign  God  alone. 

318  L.  M.  Wesley. 

Holiness  of  God. 

1  Holy  as  thou,  O  Lord  is  none ! 
Thy  holiness  is  all  thine  own ; 
A  drop  of  that  unbounded  sea 

Is  ours,  a  drop  derived  from  thee. 

2  And  when  thy  purity  we  share. 
Thy  glory  we  alone  declare ; 
And,  humbled  into  nothing,  own 
Holy  and  pure  is  God  alone. 

3  Sole,  self-existing  God  and  Lord, 
By  all  the  heavenly  hosts  adored, 
Let  all  on  earth  bow  down  to  thee. 
And  own  thy  peerless  majesty. 

ai9  C.  M.  Rippon's  Coll. 

Holiness  to  the  Lord. 

1  Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name 

Of  our  eternal  King; 
Thrice  holy  Lord,  the  angels  cry  ; 
Thrice  holy,  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind 

Pay,  O  my  soul,  to  God  ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 


2*20,  221  ADORATION. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name 

Whom  words  nor  thoughts  can  reach ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God  !  preserve  my  soul 

From  all  pollution  free ; 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight, 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 

2^0  C.  M.  Sternhold. 

Majesty/  of  God. 

1  The  Lord  descended  from  above, 

And  bowed  the  heavens  most  high ; 
And  underneath  his  feet  he  cast 
The  darkness  of  the  sky. 

2  On  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Full  royally  he  rode, 
And  on  the  wings  of  mighty  winds 
Came  flying  all  abroad. 

3  He  sat  serene  upon  the  floods. 

Their  fury  to  restrain ; 
And  he,  as  sovereign  Lord  and  King, 
For  evermore  shall  reign. 

SSI  C.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

The  Power  of  God. 

1  The  Lord  our  God  is  full  of  might, 
The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He  speaks,  and  in  his  heavenly  height 
The  rolling  sun  stands  stifl. 


ADORATION.  222 

2  Rebel  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar ; 

The  Lord  uplifts  his  mighty  hand, 

And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Rage,  winds  of  night,  your  force  combine  ; 

Without  his  high  behest. 
Ye  shall  not  in  the  mountain-pine 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  Ye  nations,  bend,  in  reverence  bend  ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod, 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend, 
To  celebrate  your  God. 

323  C.  M.  Watts. 

God's  Eternal  Dominion. 

I  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
How  weak  and  frail  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  ceatures  bow  ; 
And  homage  pay  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  earth  or  heaven  was  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  to  thy  view ; 
To  thee,  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

4  Our  lives  through  varying  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 


223  ADORATION. 

5  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
How  frail  and  weak  are  we ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  homage  pay  to  thee. 

SS3  C.  M.  Watts. 

Man  mortal,  God  eternal. 

1  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come. 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast. 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood. 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight  '  • 

Are  like  an  evening  gone, 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  niaht 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  But,  like  an  ever-flowing  stream 

Time  bears  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come ! 
Be  thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


ADORATION.  224, 225 

924  S.  M. 

Psalm  xix. 

1  Behold  !  the  heavens  declare 
The  glory  of  our  God  ; 

The  starry  firmament  on  high, 
Proclaims  his  power  abroad. 

2  But  from  his  Gospel  beams 
Instruction  more  divine  : 

There  God  unfolds  a  boundless  grace, 
There  love  and  mercy  shine. 

3  There  God  reveals  his  laws 
So  perfect  and  so  pure, 

And  there  is  taught  that  fear  of  him. 
Which  ever  shall  endure. 

4  There  he  instructs  the  wise, 
Reclaims  the  wandering  soul. 

And  brings  to  light  those  hidden  joys 
Which  all  our  griefs  control. 

5  Our  lives  from  secret  faults, 
From  bold  transgressions,  free  ; 

And  make  our  meditations,  Lord  ! 
Acceptable  to  thee. 

aS5  C.  M. 

"  There  is  no  speech  nor  language  "  —  **  their  voice 
is  not  heardr 

1  Unheard  the  dews  around  me  fall, 
And  heavenly  influence  shed  ; 
And,  silent  on  this  earthly  ball, 
Celestial  footsteps  tread. 


226  ADORATION. 

2  Night  reigns,  in  silence,  o'er  the  pole, 

And  spreads  her  gems  unheard  ; 
Her  lessons  penetrate  the  soul, 
Yet  borrow  not  a  word. 

3  Noiseless  the  sun  emits  his  fire, 

And  pours  his  golden  streams ; 
And  silently  the  shades  retire 
Before  his  rising  beams. 

4  O  grant  my  soul  an  ear  to  hear 

Thy  deep  and  silent  voice ; 
To  bend  in  lowly,  filial  fear, 
And  in  thy  love  rejoice. 

2S6  L.  M.  6 1.  T.  MooRE. 

"  The  Day  is  Thine;  the  Night  also  is  Thine:' 

1  Thou  art,  O  God !     the  life  and  liorht 
Of  all  this  wondrous  world  we  see; 
Its  glow  by  day,  its  smile  by  night, 
Are  but  reflections  caught  from  thee  : 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine, 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine  ! 

2  When  day,  with  farewell  beam,  delays 
Among  the  opening  clouds  of  even, 
And  we  can  almost  think  we  gaze 
Through  golden  vistas  into  heaven, 
Those  hues  that  make  the  sun's  decline 
So  soft,  so  radiant.  Lord  !  are  thine. 

3  When  youthful  Spring  around  us  breathes, 
Thy  Spirit  warms  her  fragrant  sigh ; 

And  every  flower  the  Summer  wreathes 
Is  born  beneath  that  kindling  eye. 
Where'er  we  turn,  thy  glories  shine. 
And  all  things  fair  and  bright  are  thine. 


ADORATION.  227 

S37  7s.  M.  J.  Newton. 

God  our  Keeper. 

1  As  the  sun's  enlivening  eye 
Shines  on  every  place  the  same ; 
So  the  Lord  is  always  nigh 

To  the  souls  that  love  his  name. 

2  When  they  move  at  duty's  call, 
He  is  with  them  by  the  way  ; 
He  is  ever  with  them  all, 

Those  who  go,  and  those  who  stay. 

3  From  his  holy  mercy  seat 
Nothing  can  their  souls  confine ; 
Still  in  spirit  they  may  meet, 
And  in  sweet  communion  join. 

4  Father,  hear  our  humble  prayer  ! 
Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep, 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 

All  our  souls  in  safety  keep. 


Praise. 


S38  S.  M.  Watts. 

"  O  Come,  let  us  Sing  unto  the  Lord.'' 

1  Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing; 

Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown, 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound ; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 

We  are  his  works,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice. 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  owr^your  gracious  King. 

229  L.  M.  Tate  &  Brady. 

*'Let  us  come  into  his  presence  loith  Thanksgiving.'' 

1  O  COME,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  almighty  King ; 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise, 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 


PRAISE.  230 

2  Into  his  presence  let  us  haste, 
To  bless  him  for  his  favors  past; 
To  him  address,  in  joyful  songs. 
The  praise  that  to  his  name  belongs. 

3  The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, 
Her  secret  wealth  at  his  command ; 
His  mercy,  highest  heaven  transcends. 
His  truth,  beyond  the  clouds  extends. 

4  Be  thou,  O  God  !  exalted  high  : 
And  as  thy  glory  fills  the  sky. 
So  let  it  be  on  earth  displayed. 
Till  thou  art  here,  as  there,  obeyed. 

330  C.  M.  Watts. 

Call  to  Praise. 

1  Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 

And  in  his  strength  rejoice ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme. 
Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea ; 
Ye  mountains  sink,  ye  vallies  rise, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

3  Behold  he  come,  he  comes  to  bless 

The  nations  as  their  God; 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness, 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

4  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore ; 

Come,  bow  before  his  face ! 
O  may  the  creatures  of  his  power, 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 
11 


231,232  PRAISE. 

331  10  &.  lis.  M.  Park. 

Praise. 

1  My   soul !  praise  the   Lord,  speak  good  of  his 

name  ! 
His  mercies  record,  his  bounties  proclaim  : 
To  God,  their  creator,  let  all  creatures  raise 
The  song  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise. 

2  Though  hid  from  man's  sight,  God  sits  on  his 

throne, 
Yet  here  by  his  works  their  author  is  known  • 
The  world  shines  a  mirror  its  Maker  to  show. 
And  heaven  views  its  image  reflected  below. 

3  By  knowledge  supreme,  by  wisdom  divine, 
God  governs  this  earth  with  gracious  design  : 
O'er    beast,    bird,    and     insect,    his    providence 

reigns. 
Whose  will  first  created,  whose  love  still  sustains. 

4  And  man,  his  last  work,  with  reason  endued. 
Who,  falling  through  sin,  by  grace  is  renewed; 
To  God,  his  creator,  let  man  ever  raise 

The  song  of  thanksgiving,  the  chorus  of  praise  ! 

233  P.  M.  Hemans. 

Hymn  of  Praise. 

1  Father,  which  art  on  high ! 

Weak  is  the  melody 
Of  harp  or  song  to  reach  thy  gracious  ear, 

Unless  the  heart  be  there. 

Winging  the  words  of  prayer 
With  its  own  fervent  faith,  or  suppliant  fear. 


PRAISE. 


233 


2  O  let  thy  spirit  move 

O'er  those  who  bend  in  love, 
Be  thou  amidst  them  as  a  heavenly  guest ; 

So  shall  our  cry  have  power, 

To  win  from  thee  a  shower 
Of  healing  gifts  for  every  wounded  breast. 

3  O  let  thy  breath  once  more 
Within  the  soul  restore 

Thine  own  first  image,  Holiest  and  most  High ! 

As  a  clear  lake  is  filled 

With  hues  of  heaven  instilled, 
Down  to  the  depths  of  its  calm  purity. 

4  Thanks  for  each  gift  divine ! 
Eternal  praise  be  thine. 

Blessing  and  love,  O  thou  who  hearest  prayer ! 

Let  the  hymn  pierce  the  sky, 

And  let  the  earth  reply 
For  all  thy  grace  forever  witnessed  there. 

333  L.  M.  Watts. 

All  Nations  Praise  the  Lord. 

1  Ye  nations  of  the  earth,  rejoice. 
Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign  King : 
Praise  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  glory  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  :  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life  and  all  its  blessings  give ; 
And  still  his  guardian  care  we  own, 
And  still  upon  his  bounty  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy ; 
With  praises  in  his  courts  appear ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pay  your  thanks  and  honors  there. 


234,  235  PRAISE. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind  ; 
Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

S34  H.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

Praise  among  the  Heavenly  Hosts. 

1  Around  the  throne  of  God, 
The  host  angelic  throngs; 
They  spread  their  palms  abroad. 
And  shout  perpetual  songs  : 

Him  first  they  own,  Him  last,  and  best ; 

God  ever  blest.  And  God  alone. 

2  Their  golden  crowns  they  fling, 
Before  his  throne  of  light. 
And  strike  the  rapturous  string. 
Unceasing,  day  and  night ; 

Heaven,  earth  and  sea.     Thy  praise  declare. 
For  thine  they  are.  And  thine  shall  be. 

3  While  thus  the  powers  on  high, 
The  joyous  chorus  raise. 

Let  earth  and  man  reply. 

And  echo  back  the  praise ; 
His  glory  own.  First,  last  and  best, 

God  ever  blest,  And  God  alone. 

33^  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

Glory  to  God  in  the  Highest. 

1  Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang. 
Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang. 
When  Jehovah's  work  beorun, 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 


PRAISE. 


236 


2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivity. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  away, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  will  man  alone  be  dumb, 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come  ? 
No;  let  man  delight  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice. 
Learning  here  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

236  8  &  7s.  M.  Dublin  Coll. 

Praise  from  Earth  and  Heaven. 

1  Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens  adore  him  ; 

Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height; 
Sun  and  moon  rejoice  before  him ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light! 
Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 
Laws  which  never  can  be  broken. 

For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

2  Praise  the  Lord  !  for  he  is  glorious. 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail : 


237, 238  PRAISE. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 
Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation. 
Praise  and  magnify  his  name ! 

337  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Praise  from  Earth  and  Heaven. 

1  Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord, 

Be  thy  boundless  love  adored : 
God  our  Comforter,  receive 
Blessings  more  than  we  can  give  : 
Joined  with  those  beyond  the  sky. 
Chanters  to  the  Lord  most  high. 
We  our  hearts  and  voices  raise, 
Echoing  thy  eternal  praise. 

2  Happy  they  who  never  rest, 
With  thy  heavenly  presence  blest ! 
They  the  heights  of  glory  see, 
Sound  the  depths  of  Deity  : 

Fain  with  them  our  souls  would  vie; 
Sink  as  low,  and  mount  as  high ; 
Fall,  o'erwhelmed  with  love,  or  soar; 
Shout,  or  silently  adore. 

338  C.  P.  M. 

Praise  from  Men  and  Angels. 

1  Ye  sons  of  men  his  praise  display. 
Who  stamped  his  image  on  your  clay. 

And  gave  it  power  to  move ; 
Let  wonder  seize  the  heavenly  train. 
Pleased  while  they  hear  a  mortal  strain. 
So  sweet,  so  like  their  own. 


PRAISE.  239 

2  And  you  your  thankful  voices  join, 
That  oft  at  Salem's  sacred  shrine, 

Before  his  altars  kneel ; 
Where,  throned  in  majesty,  he  dwells, 
And  from  the  mystic  cloud  reveals. 

The  dictates  of  his  will. 

3  Ye  spirits  of  the  just  and  good, 
That,  longing  for  the  blessed  abode, 

To  heavenly  mansions  soar, 

0  let  your  songs  his  praise  display. 
Till  heaven  itself  shall  pass  away, 

And  time  shall  be  no  more. 

339  C.  M.  Watts. 

Universal  Praise. 

1  Praise  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choirs 

That  fill  the  worlds  above  ; 
Praise  him  who  formed  you  of  his  fires, 
And  feeds  you  with  his  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  praise,  ye  crystal  skies. 

The  floor  of  his  abode  ; 
Or  veil  in  shade  your  thousand  eyes, 
Before  your  brighter  God. 

3  Shout  to  the  Lord,  ye  surging  seas. 

In  your  eternal  roar  : 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  his  praise. 
And  shore  reply  to  shore. 

4  Wave  your  tall  heads,  ye  lofty  pines, 

To  him  that  bids  you  grow; 
Sweet  clusters,  bend  the  fruitful  vines 
On  every  thankful  bough. 


240, 241  PRAISE. 

5  Thus  while  the  meaner  creatures  sing, 
Ye  mortals  take  the  sound ; 
Echo  the  glories  of  your  King 
Through  all  the  earth  around. 

S40  8  &  7s.  M.     Episcopal  Coll. 

God^s  Blessing  upon  AIL 

1  Lord  of  life,  all  praise  excelling, 

Thou,  in  glory  unconfined, 
Deign'st  to  make  thy  humble  dwelling. 
With  the  poor  of  humble  mind. 

2  As  thy  love,  through  all  creation, 

Beams  like  thy  diffusive  light. 
So  the  high  and  humble  station 
Both  are  equal  in  thy  sight. 

3  Still  the  orphan  and  the  stranger, 

Still  the  widow  owns  thy  care ; 
Screened  by  thee  in  every  danger, 
Heard  by  thee  in  every  prayer. 

• 

341  L.  M.  Watts. 

Daily  Goodness, 

1  My  God  !  how  endless  is  thy  love ! 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  distil,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours  ! 
Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light. 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 


PRAISE.  242, 243 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command ; 
To  thee  I  consecrate  my  days ; 
Perpetual  blessings  from  thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

343  8,  8.  6s.  M.    From  the  German. 

Greatness  and  Goodness  of  God. 

1  O  come  and  sing  your  Maker's  name ! 
With  cheerful  thanks  his  praise  proclaim, 

For  ye  are  all  his  own  : 
All,  from  the  angel  to  the  worm. 
The  vernal  breeze,  the  raging  storm, 

Confess  him  Lord  alone. 

2  His  rainbow  still  proclaims  on  high, 
That  mercy,  to  repentance  nigh, 

Which  never  shall  abate ; 
The  morning  on  the  midnight  calls. 
The  day  exclaims,  till  evening  falls. 

That  God  is  good  and  great ;  — 

3  Great,  when  the  thunder  rolls  along  ; 
Great,  in  the  streams  of  ocean  strong. 

The  light,  the  fountain  sweet : 
Great  God,  if  thus  thy  praises  be, 
Make  this  devoted  heart  for  thee 

A  sanctuary  meet. 

343  10  &  lis.  M.  Spirit  of  the  Ps. 

^^  Praise  God  in  the  Firmament  of  his  Power. ^^ 

1     Oh  praise  ye  the  Lord,  his  greatness  proclaim ; 
Jehovah,  our  God,  how  awful  thy  name ! 
How  vast  is  thy  power,  thy  glory  how  great ; 
Lo,  myriads  of  spirits  thy  mandates  await ! 


244  PRAISE. 

2  Thy  canopy  's  heaven,  in  splendor  so  bright; 
Thy  chariot  the  clouds,  thy  garment  the  light : 

The  works  of  creation  thy  bidding  perform; 
Thou  ridest  the  whirlwind,  directest  the  storm. 

3  What  wisdom  is  shown,  what  power  displayed 
In  all  that  thy  hand  has  fashioned  and  made ! 

The  earth  full  of  riches,  in  beauty  complete ; 
The  fathomless  ocean,  with  wonders  replete. 

4  O  thou,  our  great  God,  Redeemer  and  King, 
With  hearts  full  of  love,  to  thee  will  we  sing ; 

To  life's  latest  moment  our  voices  we  '11  raise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  of  blessing  and  praise. 

S44  C.  M.  BowRiNG. 

Nature's  Evening  Hymn. 

1  The  heavenly  spheres  to  thee,  O  God, 

Attune  their  evening  hymn  : 
All  wise,  all  holy,  thou  art  praised 

In  song  of  seraphim  ! 
Unnumbered  systems,  suns  and  worlds 

Unite  to  worship  thee. 
While  thy  majestic  greatness  fills 

Space,  time,  eternity. 

2  Nature,  —  a  temple  worthy  thee, 

That  beams  with  light  and  love  ; 
Whose  flowers  so  sweetly  bloom  below, 

Whose  stars  rejoice  above  ; 
Whose  altars  are  the  mountain-cliffs 

That  rise  along  the  shore ; 
Whose  anthems,  the  sublime  accord 

Of  storm  and  ocean  roar  : 


PRAISE. 


345 


3  Her  song  of  gratitude  is  sung 

By  Spring's  awakening  hours ; 
Her  Summer  offers  at  thy  shrine 

Its  earliest,  loveliest  flowers  ; 
Her  Autumn  brings  its  golden  fruits, 

In  glorious  luxury  given ; 
While  Winter's  silver  heights  reflect 

Thy  brightness  back  to  heaven. 

94^  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Earth  full  of  God^s  Goodness. 

1  God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place, 

Looks  down  upon  the  spheres ; 
Yet  in  his  providence  and  grace 
To  every  eye  appears. 

2  The  forests  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 

Hark  !  on  the  evening  breeze. 
As  once  of  old,  the  Lord  God's  voice 
Is  heard  among  the  trees. 

3  In  every  stream  his  bounty  flows, 

Diffusing  joy  and  wealth  ; 
In  every  breeze  his  spirit  blows 
The  breath  of  life  and  health. 

4  His  blessings  fall  in  plenteous  showers, 

Upon  the  lap  of  earth, 
That  teems  with  foliage,  fruits  and  flowers, 
And  rings  with  infant  mirth. 

5  If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair. 

Where  sin  and  death  abound, 
How  beautiful  beyond  compare. 
Will  Paradise  be  found. 


246  PRAISE. 

346  P.  M.         Miss  Williams. 

"  The  Day  is  Thine,  the  Night  also  is  Thine.'' 

1  My  God  !  all  nature  owns  thy  sway ; 
Thou  giv'st  the  night,  and  thou  the  day ; 
When  all  thy  loved  creation  wakes, 
When  morning,  rich  in  lustre,  breaks, 
And  bathes  in  dew  the  opening  flower, 
To  thee  we  owe  her  fragrant  hour ; 
And  when  she  pours  her  choral  song, 
Her  melodies  to  thee  belong. 

2  In  every  scene  thy  hands  have  dressed, 
In  every  form  by  thee  impressed. 
Upon  the  mountain's  awful  head. 

Or  where  the  sheltering  woods  are  spread, 
In  every  note  that  swells  the  gale. 
Or  tuneful  stream  that  cheers  the  vale, 
The  cavern's  depth,  or  echoing  grove, 
A  voice  is  heard  of  praise  and  love. 

3  As  o'er  thy  work  the  seasons  roll. 

And  soothe,  with  change  of  bliss,  the  soul, 
O  never  may  their  smiling  train 
Pass  o'er  the  human  sense  in  vain  ! 
But  oft,  as  on  their  charms  we  gaze. 
Attune  the  wandering  soul  to  praise  ; 
And  be  the  joys  that  most  we  prize. 
The  joys  that  from  thy  favor  rise  ! 


PRAISE.  247, 248 

547  S.  M.  Watts. 
Praise  to  the  Creator. 

1  Almighty  Maker,  God  ! 
How  wondrous  is  thy  name ! 

Thy  glories,  how  diffused  abroad 
Through  all  creation's  frame ! 

2  Nature  in  every  dress 
Her  humble  homage  pays  ; 

And  finds  a  thousand  ways  to  express 
Thine  undissembled  praise. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 
To  her  Creator  too  : 

Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  homage  due. 

4  In  joy,  O  let  me  spend 
The  remnant  of  my  days  ! 

And  oft  to  God,  my  soul  ascend 
In  grateful  songs  of  praise. 

548  C.  M.  Whittier. 

The  Worship  of  Nature. 

1  The  green  earth  sends  its  incense  up, 

From  every  mountain  shrine. 
From  every  flower  and  dewy  cup, 
That  greeteth  the  sunshine. 

2  The  clouds  weep  o'er  the  fallen  world, 

E'en  as  repentant  love  ; 
Ere  to  the  blessed  breeze  unfurled, 
They  fade  in  light  above. 


249  PRAISE. 

3  The  sky  is  as  a  temple's  arch ; 

The  blue  and  wavy  air, 
Is  glorious  with  the  spirit-march, 
Of  messengers  of  prayer. 

4  The  gentle  moon,  the  kindling  sun, 

The  many  stars  are  given. 
As  shrines  to  burn  earth's  incense  on : 
The  altar-fires  of  Heaven. 

349  C.  M.  Wallace. 

Love  of  God  in  Jiis  Works. 

1  There  's  not  a  star  whose  gentle  light 

Illumes  the  distant  earth. 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night, 
But  mercy  gave  it  birth. 

2  There  's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distil 

Upon  the  parching  clod. 
And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

3  There's  not  a  place  in  earth's  vast  round. 

In  ocean  deep,  or  air. 
Where  love  and  wisdom  are  not  found, 
For  God  is  everywhere. 

4  Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

Wherever  space  extends. 
There  heaven  displays  its  boundless  love, 
And  power  with  mercy  blends. 


PRAISE.  250,251 

250  C.  M.  Browne. 
God's  Universal  Goodness. 

1  Lord  !  thou  art  good ;  all  nature  shows 

Its  mighty  Author  kind  : 
Thy  bounty  through  creation  flows, 
Full,  free,  and  unconfined. 

2  The  whole  in  every  part  proclaims 

Thine  infinite  good  will ; 
It  shines  in  stars  —  it  flows  in  streams. 
And  bursts  from  every  hill. 

3  It  fills  the  wide  extended  main, 

And  heavens  which  spread  more  wide; 
It  drops  in  gentle  showers  of  rain. 
And  rolls  in  every  tide. 

4  High  admiration  let  it  raise, 

And  warm  affections  move ; 
Employ  our  tongues  in  songs  of  praise, 
And  fill  our  hearts  with  love. 

251  C.  M.  Watts. 

His  Commandments  are  Sure. 

1  Songs  of  immortal  praise  belong 

To  my  almighty  God  ; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  he  my  tongue, 
To  spread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  most  exact  is  nature's  frame ! 

How  wise  the  eternal  mind ! 
His  counsels  never  change  the  scheme. 
That  his  first  thoughts  designed. 


252  PRAISE. 

3  Nature,  and  time,  and  earth,  and  skies, 

Thy  heavenly  skill  proclaim  ; 
What  shall  we  do  to  make  us  wise, 
But  learn  to  read  thy  name  ? 

4  To  fear  thy  power,  to  trust  thy  grace, 

Is  our  divinest  skill ; 
And  he  's  the  wisest  of  our  race. 
Who  best  obeys  thy  will. 

^52  H.  M.  Watts. 

God's  Goodness  in  his  Works. 

1  Ye  tribes  of  Adam  !  join 

With  heaven,  and  earth,  and  seas. 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praise. 
Ye  holy  throng  Of  angels  bright. 

In  words  of  light.  Begin  the  song. 

2  The  shining  worlds  above 
In  glorious  order  stand. 
Or  in  swift  courses  move 
By  his  supreme  command. 

He  spake  the  word,       And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came.      To  praise  the  Lord. 

3  To  God,  the  sovereign  Lord, 
Your  joyful  thanks  repeat ; 
To  him  due  praise  afford. 
As  good  as  he  is  great ; 

Wide  as  he  reigns.      His  name  be  sung 
By  every  tongue,         In  endless  strains. 


PRAISE.  253, 254 

353  H.  M.  Watts. 

Give  Thanks  to  the  Lord,  for  his  Mercy  endureth 
forever. 

1  Give  thanks  to  God  most  high, 
The  universal  Lord ; 

The  sovereign  King  of  kings ; 

And  be  his  grace  adored. 
His  power  and  grace  Are  still  the  same ; 

And  let  his  name  Have  endless  praise. 

2  How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 
What  wonders  hath  he  done ! 
He  formed  the  earth  and  seas, 
And  spread  the  heavens  alone. 

Earth's  utmost  ends  His  power  obey  ; 

His  glorious  sway  The  sky  transcends. 

3  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heavenly  King ; 
And  let  the  spacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  sing. 

Thy  mercy.  Lord,  Shall  still  endure ; 

And  ever  sure  Abides  thy  word. 

354  L.  M.  Mrs.  Opie. 

Peculiar  Praise  due  from  Man. 

1  There  seems  a  voice  in  every  gale, 
A  tongue  in  every  opening  flower. 
Which  tells,  O  Lord !  the  wondrous  tale 
Of  thy  indulgence,  love,  and  power. 

2  The  birds  that  rise  on  soaring  wing. 
Appear  to  hymn  their  Maker's  praise; 
And  all  the  mingling  songs  of  Spring 
To  thee  a  general  psean  raise. 

12 


255  PRAISE. 

3  And  shall  my  voice,  Great  God,  alone 
Be  mute  midst  nature's  loud  acclaim? 
Oh  !  let  my  heart  with  answering  tone 
Breathe  forth  in  praise  thy  holy  name. 

4  And  nature's  debt  is  small  to  mine, 
Thou  bad'st  her  beinor  bounded  be: 
But,  matchless  proof  of  love  divine. 
Thou  gav'st  immortal  life  to  me. 

255  lis.  M.  Montgomery. 

God  our  Shepherd. 

1  The  Lord  is  my  Shepherd,  no  want  shall  I  know ; 
I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe  folded  I  rest ; 

He  leadeth  my  soul  where  the  still  waters  flow  ; 
Restores   me    when   wandering,   redeems  when 
oppressed. 

2  Through  the  valley  and  shadow  of  death,  though 

I  stray. 
Since  thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil  I  fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff  be  my  stay, 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Comforter  near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is  spread  ; 
With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup  runneth  o'er  • 
With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  my  head ; 

0  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  providence  more? 

4  Let  goodness  and  mercy,  my  bountiful  God, 
Still  follow  my  steps  till  I  meet  thee  above  ; 

1  seek,  by  the  path  which  my  forefathers  trod 
Through  the  land  of  their  sojourn,  thy  kingdom 

of  love. 


PRAISE.  256,  257 

356  S.  M.  Watts. 

God  our  Shepherd. 

1  The  Lord  my  shepherd  is, 
I  shall  be  well  supplied : 

Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside  ] 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 
Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 

Where  living  waters  gently  pass. 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray. 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear ; 

Though  I  should  walk  through  death's  dark  shade, 
My  Shepherd  's  with  me  there. 

5  The  bounties  of  thy  love 
Shall  crown  my  following  days  ; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 
Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 

957  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Providence  ever  Bountiful. 

1  Thy  kingdom.  Lord  !  forever  stands, 
While  earthly  thrones  decay ; 
And  time  submits  to  thy  commands, 
While  ages  roll  away. 


258  PRAISE. 

2  Thy  sovereign  bounty  freely  gives 

Its  unexhausted  store; 
And  universal  nature  lives 
On  thy  sustaining  power. 

3  Holy  and  just  are  all  thy  ways ; 

Thy  goodness  is  divine  ; 
In  all  thy  works,  immortal  rays 
Of  power  and  mercy  shine. 

4  Thy  praise,  O  God  !  delightful  theme ! 

Shall  fill  my  heart  and  tongue : 
Let  all  creation  bless  thy  name, 
In  one  eternal  song. 

258  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Providential  Bounties. 

1  Father  of  lights  !  we  sing  thy  name, 
Who  kindlest  up  the  lamp  of  day; 
Wide  as  he  spreads  his  golden  flame, 
His  beams  thy  power  and  love  display. 

2  Fountain  of  good  !  from  thee  proceed 
The  copious  drops  of  genial  rain. 
Which  o'er  the  hill,  and  through  the  mead, 
Revive  the  grass,  and  swell  the  grain. 

3  O  let  not  our  forgetful  hearts 
O'erlook  the  tokens  of  thy  care; 
But  what  thy  liberal  hand  imparts, 
Still  own  in  praise,  still  ask  in  prayer. 

4  So  shall  our  suns  more  grateful  shine, 
And  showers  in  sweeter  drops  shall  fall, 
When  all  our  hearts  and  lives  are  thine, 
And  thou,  O  God  !  enjoyed  in  all. 


PRAISE.  259,  260 

259  L.  M.  6  I.    Williams's  Coll. 

Divine  Merer/. 

1  'T  IS  mercy  calls,  —  a  tribute  bring 
Of  grateful  homage  to  your  King; 
In  strains  of  joy  proclaim  abroad, 
The  boundless  mercy  of  our  God  : 
'T  is  mercy  calls,  —  in  chorus  raise 
To  God  a  song  of  heartfelt  praise. 

2  His  eye  beholds  each  anxious  fear, 
The  stifled  sigh,  the  silent  tear  ; 
He  sees  the  widow's  streaming  eye, 
He  hears  the  needy  orphan's  cry  ; 
Depending  worlds  his  bounty  share, 
And  meanest  insects  are  his  care. 

3  Ye  pious,  but  dejected  minds. 
Whom  error  darkens,  weakness  binds. 
Lift  from  the  dust  your  mournful  eye, 
And  know  the  Lord,  your  help,  is  nigh ; 
Let  hope  in  every  bosom  spring. 

For  mercy  dwells  with  heaven's  high  King. 

360  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Divine  Goodness,  in  Providence  and  Grace. 

1  Triumphant,  Lord,  thy  goodness  reigns, 
Through  all  the  wide  celestial  plains; 
And  its  full  streams  redundant  flow 
Round  the  abodes  of  men  below. 

2  Through  nature's  works  its  glories  shine; 
The  cares  of  providence  are  thine; 

And  grace  erects  our  mortal  frame. 
The  fairest  temple  to  thy  name. 


261  PRAISE. 

3  O  give  to  every  human  heart  i'T'" 

To  taste  and  feel  how  good  thou  art ; 
With  grateful  love  and  reverent  fear, 
To  know  how  blest  thy  children  are. 

S61  C.  P.  M.  Exeter  Coll. 

Providential  Goodness. 

1  Great  Source  of  unexhausted  good, 

Who  giv'st  us  health,  and  friends,  and  food, 

And  peace,  and  calm  content; 
Like  fragrant  incense,  to  the  skies, 
Let  songs  of  grateful  praises  rise. 

For  all  thy  blessings  lent. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day. 
Thy  providence  attends  our  way. 

To  guard  us  and  to  guide ; 
Thy  grace  directs  our  wandering  will. 
And  warns  us,  lest  seducing  ill 

Allure  our  souls  aside. 

3  Thy  smiles,  with  a  reviving  light. 
Cheer  the  long  darksome  hours  of  night, 

And  gild  the  thickest  gloom; 
Thy  watchful  love,  around  my  bed. 
Doth  softly,  like  a  curtain,  spread, 

And  guard  the  peaceful  room. 

4  To  thee  our  lives,  our  all  we  owe, 
Our  peace  and  sweetest  joys  below, 

And  brightest  hopes  above; 
Then  let  our  lives,  and  all  that 's  ours, 
Our  souls,  and  all  our  active  powers, 

Be  sacred  to  thy  love. 


PRAISE.  262 

263  S.  M.  Watts. 

Compassions  of  God. 

1  My  soul  repeat  his  praise, 
Whose  mercies  are  so  great ; 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 
Above  the  ground  we  tread, 

So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 

3  His  povi^er  subdues  our  sins, 
And  his  forgiving  love, 

Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west, 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

4  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  those  that  fear  his  name. 

Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

5  Our  days  are  as  the  grass. 
Or  like  the  morning  flower ; 

If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

6  But  thy  compassions,  Lord, 
To  endless  years  endure; 

And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure. 


263, 264  PRAISE. 

S63  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

Mercies  of  our  God. 

1  O  BLESS  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
His  grace  to  thee  proclaim ; 

And  all  that  is  within  me  join 
To  bless  his  holy  name. 

2  O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
His  mercies  bear  in  mind ; 

Forget  not  all  his  benefits  : 
The  Lord  to  thee  is  kind. 

3  He  pardons  all  thy  sins, 
Prolongs  thy  feeble  breath ; 

He  healeth  thine  infirmities. 
And  ransoms  thee  from  death. 

4  He  clothes  thee  with  his  love, 
Upholds  thee  with  his  truth. 

And,  like  the  eagle,  he  renews 
The  vigor  of  thy  youth. 

5  Then  bless  his  holy  name 

Whose  grace  hath  made  thee  whole  ; 
Whose  loving  kindness  crowns  thy  days ; 
O  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

364  H.  M.  Watts. 

God  is  thy  Shade  on  thy  Right  Hand. 

1  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid ; 
The  God  that  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 

God  is  the  tower  To  which  I  fly  ; 

His  grace  is  nigh  In  every  hour. 


PRAISE.  265 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares, 

Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 

Defends  me  from  my  fears. 
Those  wakeful  eyes  Which  never  sleep, 

Shall  Israel  keep,  When  dangers  rise. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day. 
Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away. 
If  God  be  with  me  there. 

Thou  art  my  sun,  And  thou  my  shade, 

To  guard  my  head.  By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word. 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 
I  '11  go  and  come.  Nor  fear  to  die, 

Till  from  on  high  Thou  call  me  home. 

a65  L.  M.  6 1.  Watts. 

Eternal  Praise. 

1  I  'll  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  God  alone :  He  made  the  sky, 

And  earth,  and  seas,  with  all  their  train ; 
His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 
He  saves  the  oppressed ;  he  feeds  the  poor, 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 


266  PRAISE. 

3  The  Lord  hath  sight  to  give  the  blind ; 
The  Lord  supports  the  sinking  mind; 
He  sends  the  contrite  spirit  peace : 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  sweet  release. 

4  I  '11  praise  him  while  he  lends  me  breath, 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures. 

266  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

God's  Numberless  Mercies. 

1  In  glad  amazement.  Lord !  I  stand, 
Amidst  the  bounties  of  thy  hand  : 
How  numberless  these  bounties  are. 
How  rich,  how  various,  and  how  fair ! 

2  But  oh !  what  poor  return  I  make  ! 
What  lifeless  thanks  I  pay  thee  back  ! 
Lord !  I  confess  with  humble  shame. 
My  offerings  scarce  deserve  the  name. 

3  To  thee  I  consecrate  my  praise. 
And  vow  the  remnant  of  my  days; 
Yet  what,  at  best,  can  I  pretend. 
Worthy  such  gifts  from  such  a  friend ! 

4  Give  me  at  length  an  angel's  tongue. 
That  heaven  may  echo  with  my  song; 
The  theme  too  great  for  time,  shall  be 
The  joy  of  immortality. 


PRAISE.  267 

267  C.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 

Ascription  of  Praise. 

1  Blest  be  our  everlasting  Lord, 

Our  Father,  God  and  King ; 
Thy  sovereign  goodness  we  record, 
Thy  glorious  power  we  sing. 

2  By  thee  the  victory  is  given ; 

The  majesty  divine, 
And  strength  and  might,  and  earth  and  heaven, 
And  all  therein  is  thine. 

3  The  kingdom,  Lord,  is  thine  alone. 

Who  dost  thy  right  maintain, 
And  high  on  thy  eternal  throne. 
O'er  men  and  angels  reign. 

4  Thou  hast  on  us  the  grace  bestowed 

Thy  greatness  to  proclaim  ; 
And  therefore  now  we  thank  our  God, 
And  praise  his  glorious  name. 


®ru0t  aub  Heconctliaticn* 


968  11  &  10s.  M. 

Come  ye  Disconsolate. 

1  Come  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye  languish, 

Come  at  the  shrine  of  faith,  fervently  kneel ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here  tell  your 
anguish ; 
Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  heal. 

2  Joy  of  the  comfortless,  light  of  the  straying, 

Hope  when  all  others  fade,  fadeless  and  pure ; 

Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  in  God's  name  saying. 

Earth  hath  no  sorrow  that  Heaven  cannot  cure. 

S69  7s.  M.  Ryland. 

Our  Times  in  God's  Hand. 

1  Sovereign  Ruler  of  the  skies. 
Ever  gracious,  ever  wise ! 

All  my  times  are  in  thy  hand, 
All  events  at  thy  command. 

2  Thou  didst  form  me  by  thy  power ; 
Thou  wilt  guide  me,  hour  by  hour  ; 
All  ray  times  shall  ever  be 
Ordered  by  thy  kind  decree ; 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.  270 

3  Times  of  sickness,  times  of  health  ; 
Times  of  penury  and  wealth ; 
Times  of  trial  and  of  grief; 
Times  of  triumph  and  relief; 

4  Times  temptation's  power  to  prove  ; 
Times  to  taste  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
All  is  fixed,  the  means  and  end. 

As  shall  please  my  heavenly  Friend. 

370  7s.  M.  Barbauld. 

Providence  Adored^  in  Joy  or  Change. 

1  Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days; 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 

2  All  that  Spring,  with  bounteous  hand, 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land  ; 

All  that  liberal  Autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  ; 

3  These  to  thee,  our  God,  we  owe. 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow  ; 
And  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows,  and  solemn  praise. 

4  Yet  should  rising  whirlwinds  tear 
From  its  stem  the  ripening  ear ; 
Blast  each  opening  bud  of  joy, 
And  the  rising  year  destroy : 

5  Still  to  thee  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise; 
And,  when  every  blessing's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 


271,  272      TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

371  L.  M.  Browne. 

Thanksgiving,  in  Joy  or  Change. 

1  God  of  our  lives  !  our  thanks  to  thee 
Should  like  thy  gifts,  continual  be : 
In  constant  streams  thy  bounty  flows. 
Nor  end,  nor  intermission  knows. 

2  From  thee  our  comforts  all  arise. 

Our  numerous  wants  thy  hand  supplies ; 
Nor  can  we  ever,  Lord  !  be  poor. 
Who  live  on  thine  exhaustless  store. 

3  If  what  we  ask  our  God  denies. 
It  is  because  he  's  good  and  wise ; 
And  what  for  evils  we  mistake, 

He  can  our  greatest  blessings  make. 

4  Dispose  us,  each  revolving  day. 
For  daily  gifts,  our  thanks  to  pay  ; 

And  though  withdrawn  those  gifts  should  be, 
In  all  things  to  give  thanks  to  thee. 

273  L.  M.  6 1.  Addison. 

''  He  leadeth  Me  beside  the  Still  Waters.'' 

1  The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare. 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care  ; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye  : 
My  noon-day  walks  he  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint. 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant. 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.  273 

My  weary,  wandering  steps  he  leads ; 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile : 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile. 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned. 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

4  Though  in  the  paths  of  death  I  tread, 
With  gloom  and  terror  overspread. 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  ill. 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  art  with  me  still ; 
Thy  friendly  crook  shall  give  me  aid. 
And  guide  me  in  the  fearful  shade. 

273  L.  M.  Sewall's  Coll. 

God  our  Stay  in  Joy  or  Woe. 

1  Father  !  to  thy  kind  love  we  owe 
All  that  is  fair  and  good  below  ; 
Bestower  of  the  health  that  lies 

On  tearless  cheeks,  and  cheerful  eyes. 

2  Giver  of  sunshine  and  of  rain  ! 
Ripener  of  fruits  on  hill  and  plain  ! 
Fountain  of  light,  that  rayed  afar, 
Fills  the  vast  urns  of  sun  and  star  ! 

3  Yet  deem  we  not  that  thus  alone. 
Thy  mercy  and  thy  love  are  shown  ; 
For  we  have  learned,  with  higher  praise, 
And  holier  names,  to  speak  thy  ways. 


274,  275    TRUST  and  reconciliation. 

4  In  wo's  dark  hour,  our  kindest  stay ! 
Sole  trust  when  life  shall  pass  away  ! 
Teacher  of  hopes  that  light  the  gloom 
Of  death,  and  consecrate  the  tomb  ! 

5  Patient,  with  headstrong  guilt  to  bear  ; 
Slow  to  avenge,  and  kind  to  spare  ; 
Listening  to  prayer,  and  reconciled 
Full  quickly  to  thine  erring  child. 

S74  H.  M.  Doddridge. 

Faithfulness  of  God's  Promise. 

1  The  promises  I  sing, 

Which  sovereign  love  hath  spoke ; 

Nor  will  the  eternal  King 

His  words  of  grace  revoke ; 
They  stand  secure,  And  steadfast  still ; 

Not  Zion's  hill  Abides  so  sure. 

2  The  mountains  melt  away. 
When  once  the  Judge  appears, 
And  sun  and  moon  decay. 
That  measure  mortal  years  ; 

But  still  the  same.  In  radiant  lines, 

The  promise  shines.  Through  all  the  flame. 

37o  L.  M.  6 1.  BowRiNG. 

Reliance  upon  God. 

1  Oh  let  my  trembling  soul  be  still. 
When  darkness  veils  this  mortal  eye, 
And  wait  thy  wise  and  holy  will, 
Though  wrapt  in  cloud  and  mystery ; 
I  cannot.  Lord,  thy  purpose  see. 
Yet  all  is  well,  since  ruled  by  thee. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.  276 

2  When  mounted  on  thy  cloudy  car 
Thou  send'st  thy  darker  spirits  down, 
I  can  discern  thy  light  afar, 

Thy  light  sweet  beaming  through  thy  frown  ; 
And  should  I  faint  a  moment,  then 
I  think  of  thee,  and  smile  again. 

3  Thus  trusting  in  thy  love  I  tread 
The  narrow  path  of  duty  on  ; 

And  though  some  cherished  joys  are  fled. 
And  though  my  flattering  dreams  are  gone, 
Yet  purer,  brighter  joys  remain  : 
Why  should  my  spirit  then  complain ! 

276  7  &Z,  6s.  M. 

God  our  Refuge. 

1  Dear  Refuge  of  the  weary, 

On  thee,  when  sorrows  rise, 
When  waves  roll  dark  and  dreary, 

My  fainting  hope  relies : 
A  sweet  relief  shall  cheer  me 

In  every  pain  I  feel  ; 
For  thou  art  ever  near  me 

In  all  thy  grace,  to  heal. 

2  When  gloomy  doubts  prevailing 

I  fear  to  call  thee  mine, 
The  springs  of  comfort  failing. 

And  all  my  hopes  decline. 
Where  shall  I  flee,  O  Father  ? 

Thou  art  my  only  trust  : 
I'll  cling  to  thee  more  closely. 

When  prostrate  in  the  dust. 
13 


277  TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

3  Thy  mercy-seat  is  open, 

Here  let  my  soul  retreat ; 
With  humble  hope  attend  thee 

And  wait  beneath  thy  feet ; 
Thine  ear  is  ever  ready 

To  hear  the  mourner's  prayer, 

0  may  I  still  find  access 

To  breathe  my  sorrows  there. 

377  7  &  6s.  M.  Wesley. 

Safety  and  Help  in  God. 

1  To  the  haven  of  thy  breast, 

O  God  of  love,  I  fly! 
Be  my  refuge  and  my  rest, 
Whene'er  the  storm  is  high. 

2  In  the  day  of  my  distress, 

Thou  hast  my  succor  been; 
In  my  hour  of  helplessness. 
Restraining  me  from  sin. 

3  Welcome  as  the  water-spring. 

Within  the  barren  place, 
O  descend  on  me  and  bring 
Thy  sweet  refreshing  grace. 

4  First  and  last,  in  me  perform 

The  work  thou  hast  begun : 
Be  my  shelter  from  the  storm. 
My  shadow  from  the  sun. 

5  O  how  swiftly  dost  thou  move, 

In  every  trial  hour  ! 
Still  protect  me  with  thy  love, 
And  shield  me  with  thy  power. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.      278,  279 

378  L.  M. 

"  And  there  will  I  meet  thee,  from  above  the  Mercy- 
Seat." 

1  From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat; 

'Tis  found  beneath  the  "  Mercy-Seat." 

2  A  place,  where  God  draws  near,  and  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads  ; 

A  place  than  all  beside  more  sweet, 
It  is  the  holy  "  Mercy-Seat." 

3  There  is  a  scene  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend : 
Though  sundered  far  —  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  "  Mercy-Seat." 

4  Ah !   whither  could  we  flee  for  aid. 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismayed; 
Or  how  the  spirit's  foes  defeat. 

Were  there  revealed  no  "  Mercy-Seat." 

379  S.  M.  Watts. 

"  Lead  me  to  the  Rock  that  is  higher  than  J." 

1  When,  overwhelmed  with  grief. 
My  heart  within  me  dies. 

Helpless,  and  far  from  all  relief, 
To  God  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lead  me  to  the  Rock 
That's  high  above  my  head, 

And  make  the  covert  of  thy  wings 
My  shelter  and  my  shade. 


280,  281      TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

3     Within  thy  presence,  Lord, 
Forever  I'll  abide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tower  of  my  defence, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

280  8  &  7s.  M.  BowRiNG. 

God  is  Love. 

1  God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 

All  the  path  in  which  we  move ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever  ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move  ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never  : 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth   • 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove ; 
From  the  gloom  his  brightness  streameth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Hope  and  comfort  from  above ; 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

281  L.  M.  Moore. 
God's  Love  in  AIL 

1  There's  nothing  bright,  above,  below. 
From  flowers  that  bloom  to  stars  that  glow, 
But  in  its  light  my  soul  can  see 
Some  feature  of  the  Deity. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.  282 

2  There's  nothing  dark,  below,  above. 
But  in  its  gloom  I  trace  thy  love, 
And  meekly  vi^ait  the  moment,  when 
Thy  touch  shall  make  all  bright  again. 

3  The  light,  the  dark,  where'er  I  look, 
Shall  be  one  pure  and  shining  book, 
Where  I  may  read,  in  words  of  flame, 
The  glories  of  thy  wondrous  name. 

382  C.  M.  COWPER. 

Light  SJdning  out  of  Darkness. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way. 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea. 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never  failing  skill. 
He  treasures  up  his  vast  designs. 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints  !  fresh  couragre  take  : 

QJ 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread. 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 

4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense. 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  : 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smilinor  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour  : 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 


283  TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 
And  scan  his  work  in  vain  : 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain. 

283  S.  M. 

^^  If  He  giveth  Quiet,  who  shall  make  Trouble." 

1  Quiet  from  God  !  To  feel 
The  heavenly  rest  begin, 

The  peace  the  Spirit  doth  reveal ; 
Quiet,  around,  within. 

2  It  deems  not  evil  gone 
From  every  earthly  scene ; 

It  sees  the  lowering  storm  come  on, 
But  feels  his  shield  between. 

3  Care  o'er  life's  little  day 
The  heavy  cloud  may  roll  ; 

Light  o'er  its  darkest  folds  shall  play, 
The  sunlight  of  the  soul. 

4  Oh  !  like  the  holy  ark 

It  bears  the  peace  of  God, 
Above  the  floods  and  waters  dark, 
And  o'er  the  desert's  sod. 

5  What  may  it  not  confer, 
Though  evil  minds  condemn? 

The  spirit's  peace  they  may  not  mar; 
She  may  speak  peace  to  them. 

6  Quiet  from  God  !  E'en  Death 
Cannot  its  rest  destroy  ; 

'T  is  but  release  of  mortal  breath, 
For  an  immortal  joy. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.      284,  285 

384  S.  M.  Moravian. 

Encouragement. 

1  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 
Hope  and  be  undismayed  ; 

God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy  tears ; 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  throucrh  clouds  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  the  way  ; 

Wait  thou  his  time,  so  shall  the  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  He  everywhere  hath  rule. 
And  all  things  serve  his  might; 

His  every  act  pure  blessing  is. 
His  path  unsullied  light. 

4  Thou  comprehend' st  him  not ; 
Yet  earth  and  heaven  tell, 

God  sits  as  sovereign  on  his  throne ; 
He  ruleth  all  things  well. 

5  Thou  seest  our  weakness.  Lord, 
Our  hearts  are  known  to  thee ; 

O  lift  thou  up  the  sinking  head. 
Confirm  the  feeble  knee ! 

285  S.    M.  CrOSSWELL,  ALT. 

"  There  may  he  a  Cloud  without  a  Rainboic,  but 
there  cannot  be  a  Rainbow  ivithout  a  Cloud.'' 

1     The  cloud  indeed  were  dark 
But  for  the  rainbow-hue, 
That  with  its  bright  and  glorious  arc 
Breaks  on  our  raptured  view. 


286  TRUST    AXD    RECOXCILIATION. 

2  Sure  token  of  God's  love  ! 
We  hail  thy  promise  bright 

Bending  in  beauty  from  above, 
To  robe  the  cloud  in  light. 

3  It  is  enough  to  feel 

That  God  is  good  !  to  know, 
Without  the  cloud  he  could  reveal 
No  bright  and  beauteous  bow. 

386  C.  M. 

"  He  Healeth  the  BroTcen  in  Heart J^ 

1  O  THOU  who  dry'st  the  mourner's  tear. 

How  dark  this  world  would  be. 
If  when  in  pain  and  sorrow  here. 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee. 

2  But  thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart, 

And  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part. 
Breathe  sweetness  out  of  wo. 

3  O  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom. 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come  brightly  wafting  through  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above? 

4  But  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows  bright 

With  more  than  rapture's  ray; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.      287,  288 

S87  C.  M.  Heber. 

In  Days  of  Distress. 

1  Oh  God  that  mad'st  the  earth  and  sky, 

The  darkness  and  the  day, 
Oh  listen  to  thy  children's  cry. 

And  help  us  when  we  pray ! 
For  wide  the  waves  of  bitterness 

Around  our  vessel  roar. 
And  heavy  grows  the  burdened  heart, 

To  view  the  rocky  shore. 

2  The  cross  our  Master  bore  for  us, 

For  him  we  fain  would  bear  ; 
But  mortal  strength  to  weakness  turns, 

And  courage  to  despair  ! 
Have  mercy  on  our  failings.  Lord ! 

Our  sinking  faith  renew  ! 
And  when  his  sorrows  visit  us, 

O  send  his  patience  too. 

388  P.  M.  Hemans. 

Strengthen  Us  in  our  Agony. 

1  Father  !  that  in  the  olive  shade, 

When  the  dark  hour  came  on. 

Didst  with  a  breath  of  heavenly  aid, 

Strengthen  thy  Son ; 

2  Oh  !  in  the  anguish  of  our  night, 

Send  us  down  blest  relief; 
And  to  the  chastened,  let  thy  might 
Hallow  the  grief! 


289  TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

3  And  thou,  that  when  the  starry  sky 

Saw  the  dread  strife  begun, 
Didst  teach  adoring  faith  to  cry, 
"Thy  will  be  done:" 

4  By  thy  meek  spirit,  thou,  of  all 

That  e'er  have  mourned  the  chief, 
Thou  Saviour  !  when  the  stroke  doth  fall, 
Hallow  our  grief! 

S89  C.  M.  Hemans. 

"  And  the  Lord  showed  him  a  tree,  which,  when  he 
had  cast  into  the  waters,  the  waters  were  made 
sweet."     Ex.  xv.  25. 

1  Where    is  the  tree  the  prophet  threw 

Into  the  bitter  wave? 
Left  it  no  scion  where  it  grew, 
The  thirstinop  soul  to  save  ? 

2  Hath  nature  lost  the  hidden  power 

Its  precious  foliage  shed? 
Is  there  no  distant  Eastern  bower. 
With  such  sweet  leaves  o'erspread? 

3  Nay,  wherefore  ask  ?  since  gifts  are  ours, 

Which  yet  may  well  imbue 
Earth's  many  troubled  founts  with  showers 
Of  Heaven's  own  balmy  dew. 

4  Oh  !  mingled  with  the  cup  of  grief, 

Let  faith's  deep  spirit  be  ; 
And  every  prayer  shall  win  a  leaf 
From  that  blest  healing  tree. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.      290,  291 

990  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Thy  Will  he  Done. 

1  One  prayer  I  have,  all  prayers  in  one, 

When  I  am  wholly  thine  ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All  wise,  Almighty,  and  all  good, 

In  thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  Thy  gifts  are  only  then  enjoyed, 

When  used  as  talents  lent ; 
Those  talents  only  well  employed. 
When  in  thy  service  spent. 

4  And  if  thy  wisdom  take  away. 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ] 
Ah  !  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"  The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 

391  8  &L  7s.  M. 

*'  Not  as  I  will,  but  as  Thou  wilt." 

1  Sweet,  delightful  resignation  ! 

Passive  in  God's  hand  to  lie. 
Waiting  but  for  his  salvation. 
Willing  both  to  live,  or  die. 

2  If  I  yet  have  work  remaining, 

Then  to  live  will  be  the  best; 
But  if  not,  then  why  complaining 
Should  I  enter  into  rest  ? 


292,  293    TRUST  and  reconciliation. 

3  "As  thou  wilt,  Almighty  Father," 
Thus  once  prayed  thy  blessed  Son, 
Could  I  choose,  I  yet  would  rather 
God's  own  wull  than  mine  were  done. 

292  L.  M.  Mrs.  Gilman. 

God  our  Father. 

1  Is  there  a  lone  and  dreary  hour 

When  worldly  pleasures  lose  their  power ; 

My  Father  !  let  me  turn  to  thee. 

And  set  each  thought  of  darkness  free. 

2  Is  there  a  time  of  racking  grief. 
Which  scorns  the  prospect  of  relief; 
My  Father !  break  the  cheerless  gloom, 
And  bid  my  heart  its  calm  resume. 

3  Is  there  an  hour  of  peace  and  joy. 
When  hope  is  all  my  soul's  employ  ; 
My  Father  !  still  my  hopes  will  roam, 
Until  they  rest  with  thee,  their  home. 

4  The  noon-tide  blaze,  the  midnight  scene. 
The  dawn,  or  twilight's  sweet  serene. 
The  sick,  nay  even  the  dying  hour. 
Shall  own  my  Father's  grace  and  power. 

S93  L.  M.  E.  Taylor. 

Thy  Will  be  Done. 

1  "  Thy  will  be  done  "  —  and  dost  thou  find 
In  the  deep  musings  of  thy  mind. 
No  fear,  no  hope,  no  passion  there, 
Thou  couldst  not  freely  from  thee  tear  1 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.  294 

2  And  canst  thou  meet  the  chastening  hour, 
When  storms  of  trial  o'er  thee  lower, 
Without  one  murmur?  If  but  one. 
Thou  canst  not  say  "  Thy  will  be  done." 

3  Ah,  rather  ere  my  lips  shall  dare 
Adopt  the  Saviour's  fervent  prayer. 
The  Saviour's  spirit  let  me  seek. 
Lowly  and  trusting,  firm  and  meek. 

4  Go,  seek  of  God  a  heavenly  mind, 
Active,  like  his  —  like  his,  resigned  : 
Pray  that  thy  very  prayer  may  bring. 
No  hated,  no  unwelcome  thing. 

5  Pray,  that  the  will  of  heaven  may  be 
Life,  j^oy,  and  all  things  else  to  thee  ; 
And  then,  the  work  of  prayer  begun, 
Thou  well  may'st  say,  *'Thy  will  be  done." 

294  C.  M.  C.  Fry. 

As  thy  Day,  thy  Strength  shall  he, 

1  Grace  does  not  steel  the  faithful  heart, 

That  it  should  feel  no  ill. 
We  learn  to  kiss  the  chasteninor  rod. 
And  know  its  sharpness  still. 

2  God's  child  may  be  compelled  to  meet 

Misfortune's  saddest  blow  ; 
His  bosom  is  alive  to  feel 
The  keenest  pang  of  wo. 

3  But,  ever  as  the  trial  comes,  ' 

There  is  a  hand  unseen. 
Hasting  to  heal  the  sharpest  wound, 
And  hide  where  it  has  been. 


295  TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

4  He  knows  that  He  who  gave  the  best, 

Will  give  him  all  beside  : 
Assured  that  every  good  he  asks 
Is  evil,  if  denied. 

5  And  when  the  threatened  storm  has  burst, 

Whate'er  the  pain  may  be, 
Something  yet  whispers  him  within, 
''  Be  still,  for  it  is  He." 

395  C.  M.  Miss  Williams. 

Perfect  Trust. 

1  While  thee  I  seek,  Protecting  Power  ! 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  filled. 

2  Thy  love  the  powers  of  thought  bestowed  ; 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed, 
That  mercy  I  adore  ! 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear. 
Because  conferred  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill : 
Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy*  will. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.      296,  297 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear. 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  shall  rest  on  thee. 

296  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Trust  in  Divine  Goodness. 

1  Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame, 

We  own  thy  power  divine  ; 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  every  storm. 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide  as  they  sweep  their  sounding  way. 

They  work  thy  sovereign  will ; 
And,  awed  by  thy  majestic  voice. 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

3  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 

To  those  who  seek  thy  face ; 
Aiid  mingles,  with  the  tempest's  roar, 
The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 

4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  me  hear, 

Till  all  the  tumult  cease; 
Till  doubt  and  fear  are  lost  in  love, 
And  all  is  perfect  peace. 

207  L.  M.  Norton. 

Submission. 

1  My  God,  I  thank  thee  !  may  no  thought 
E'er  deem  thy  chastisements  severe ; 
But  may  this  heart,  by  sorrow  taught. 
Calm  each  wild  wish,  each  idle  fear. 


293  TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

2  Thy  mercy  bids  all  nature  bloom; 
The  sun  shines  bright,  and  man  is  gay; 

•  Thine  equal  mercy  spreads  the  gloom, 
That  darkens  o'er  his  little  day. 

3  Full  many  a  throb  of  grief  and  pain 
Thy  frail  and  erring  child  must  know ; 
But  not  one  prayer  is  breathed  in  vain, 
Nor  does  one  tear  unheeded  flow. 

4  Thy  various  messengers  employ  ; 
Thy  purposes  of  love  fulfil ; 

And  mid  the  wreck  of  human  joy, 
Let  kneeling  faith  adore  thy  will. 

298  L.  M. 

Entire  Trust  in  God, 

1  How  rich  the  blessings,  O  my  God, 
Which  teach  this  grateful  heart  to  glow ! 
How  kindly  poured,  and  free  bestowed, 
The  rivers  of  thy  mercy  flow.  • 

2  How  calmly  rolls  the  sea  of  life; 
Secure  in  thine  immortal  trust, 

The  soul  has  hushed  her  secret  strife, 
Nor  lono-er  shudders  at  the  dust. 

3  Though  sorrow's  cloud  awhile  o'ercast 
The  dawn  of  earthly  hope  and  joy. 
She  knows  that  it  must  soon  be  past. 
And  will  unveil  eternity. 

4  Then  virtue's  humble  toil  and  prayer 
Shall  stand  acknowledged  at  thy  throne. 
Triumphant  over  earthly  care ; 

And  the  blessed  record  thou  wilt  own. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.       299,  300 

399  S.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Reliance  upon  God. 

1  My  Father  !  cheering  name  ! 

0  may  I  call  thee  mine ! 

Give  me  with  humble  hope  to  claim 
A  portion  so  divine. 

2  This  can  my  fears  control, 
And  bid  my  sorrows  fly  : 

What  real  harm  can  reach  my  soul 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  thy  will  denies 

1  calmly  would  resign  ; 

For  thou  art  just,  and  good,  and  wise  : 
O  bend  my  will  to  thine ! 

4  Whate'er  thy  will  ordains, 
O  give  me  strength  to  bear ! 

Still  let  me  know  a  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  a  Father's  care, 

300  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Patience. 

1  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  heirs  of  hope ! 
And  let  his  word  support  your  soul : 
Well  can  he  bear  your  courage  up, 
And  all  your  foes  and  fears  control. 

2  He  waits  his  own  well-chosen  hour 
His  treasured  mercy  to  display ; 
And  his  paternal  pity  moves, 
While  wisdom  dictates  the  delay. 

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301  TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

3  Blessed  are  the  humble  souls,  that  wait 
With  sweet  submission  to  his  will ; 
Harmonious  all  their  passions  move, 
And  in  the  midst  of  storms  are  still  : 

4  Until  their  Father's  well-known  voice 
Awakes  their  silence  into  songs  ; 
Then  earth  grows  vocal  with  his  praise. 
And  heaven  the  grateful  shout  prolongs. 

301    ^  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Sowing  in  Tears,  to  Reap  in  Joy. 

1  The  darkened  sky,  how  thick  it  lowers ! 
Troubled  with  storms,  and  big  with  showers ; 
No  cheerful  gleam  of  light  appears. 

But  nature  pours  forth  all  her  tears. 

2  Yet,  let  the  sons  of  grace  revive  ; 
God  bids  the  soul  that  seeks  him,  live  ; 
And  from  the  gloomiest  shade  of  night 
Calls  forth  a  morning  of  delight. 

3  The  seeds  of  ecstacy  unknown 
Are  in  these  watered  furrows  sown  : 
Seethe  green  blades,  how  thick  they  rise, 
And  with  fresh  verdure  bless  our  eyes. 

4  In  secret  foldings  they  contain 
Unnumbered  ears  of  golden  grain  ; 
And  heaven  shall  pour  its  beams  around, 
Till  the  ripe  harvest  load  the  ground. 

5  Then  shall  the  trembling  mourner  come. 
And  bind  his  sheaves,  and  bear  them  home; 
The  voice,  long  broke  with  sigrhs,  shall  sing, 
Till  heaven  with  hallelujahs  ring. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.       302,  303 

303  C.  M. 

*'  Blessed  are  They  that  Mourn'' 

1  In  trouble,  and  in  grief,  O  God, 

Thy  smile  hath  cheered  my  way  ; 
And  joy  hath  budded  from  each  thorn 
That  round  my  footsteps  lay. 

2  The  hours  of  pain  have  yielded  good, 

Which  prosperous  days  refused  ; 
As  herbs,  though  scentless  when  entire, 
Spread  fragrance  when  they  're  bruised. 

3  The  oak  strikes  deeper  as  its  boughs 

By  furious  blasts  are  driven  ; 
So  life's  vicissitudes  the  more 
Have  fixed  my  heart  in  heaven. 

4  All-gracious  Lord !  whate'er  my  lot 

In  other  times  may  be, 
I  '11  welcome  still  the  heaviest  grief, 
That  brings  me  near  to  thee. 

303  7s.  M.  CowPER. 

Welcome  Cross. 

1  'T  IS  my  happiness  below. 
Not  to  live  without  the  cross; 
But  the  Saviour's  power  to  know, 
Sanctifying  every  loss. 

2  Trials  must  and  will  befall ; 
But  with  humble  faith  to  see, 
Love  inscribed  upon  them  all, 
This  is  happiness  to  me. 


304  TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION. 

3  Trials  make  the  promise  sweet ; 
Trials  give  new  life  to  prayer ; 
Bring  me  to  my  Father's  feet, 
Lay  me  low,  and  keep  me  there. 

304  C.  M.  Humphries. 

''  Lord,  Remember  3/e." 

1  O  THOU,  from  whom  all  mercy  flows, 

I  lift  my  soul  to  thee  ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Good  Lord  !  remember  me. 

2  When  on  my  aching,  burdened  heart, 

My  sins  lie  heavily. 
Thy  pardon  grant,  new  peace  impart : 
Good  Lord !  remember  me. 

3  When  trials  sore  obstruct  my  way, 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee, 
O  let  ray  strength  be  as  my  day  : 
Good  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  When  worn  with  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see  ; 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
Good  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  When  in  the  solemn  hour  of  death 

I  wait  thy  kind  decree, 
Be  this  the  prayer  of  my  last  breath. 
Good  Lord  !  remember  me. 


TRUST    AND    RECONCILIATION.  305 

305  8,  7  &  4s.  M. 

"  Gently,  Lord:' 

1  Gently,  Lord,  O  gently  lead  us 

Through  these  scenes  of  joy  and  tears, 
And,  O  Lord,  in  mercy  give  us 
Thy  rich  grace  in  all  our  fears : 
O  refresh  us, 
Oh !  refresh  us  by  thy  grace. 

2  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  us. 

From  without,  and  from  within, 
God  hath  said  he'll  ne'er  forget  us, 

But  will  save  from  every  sin. 
Therefore  praise  Him, 
Praise  thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 

3  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  way, 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee, 

And  his  love  shall  be  thy  stay  ; 
Therefore  praise  Him, 
Praise  thy  great  Redeemer's  name. 


306  lis.  M.  Drummond. 

Prepare  Ye  the  Way  of  the  Lord. 

1   A  VOICE  from  the  desert  comes  awful  and  shrill ; 
The  Lord  is  advancing ;  prepare  ye  the  way  ! 
The  word  of  Jehovah  he  comes  to  fulfil, 
And  o'er  the  dark  world  pour  the  splendor  of  day. 

•2  Bring  down  the  proud  mountain,  though  tower- 
ing to  heaven. 

And  be  the  low  valley  exalted  on  high  ; 

The  rough  path  and  crooked  be  made  smooth 
and  even. 

For,  Zion !  your  King,  your  Redeemer  is  nigh. 

3  The  beams  of  salvation  his  progress  illume. 
The  lone  dreary  wilderness  sings  of  her  God ; 
The  rose  and  the  myrtle  there  suddenly  bloom. 
And   the   olive  of  peace   spreads   its   branches 
abroad. 

307  8  &  7s.  M.  Cawood. 

Song  of  the  Angels. 

1  Hark  !  what  mean  those  holy  voices. 
Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies? 
Lo !  the  angelic  host  rejoices ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  308 

2  Listen  to  the  wondrous  story, 

Which  they  chant  in  hymns  of  joy  : 
"  Glory  in  the  highest,  glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high !  " 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven. 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found : 
Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven ; 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound." 

4  "  Christ  is  born,  the  great  anointed ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing ! 
O  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For  your  Prophet,  Priest  and  King." 

5  Let  us  learn  the  wondrous  story 

Of  our  great  Redeemer's  birth ; 
Spread  the  brightness  of  his  glory, 
Till  it  cover  all  the  earth. 

308  C.  M.  E.  H.  Sears. 

Christmas  Hymn. 

1  Calm  on  the  listening  ear  of  nicrht 

Come  heaven's  melodious  strains. 
Where  wild  Judea  stretches  far 
Her  silver-mantled  plains! 

2  Celestial  choirs  from  courts  above, 

Shed  sacred  glories  there ; 
And  angels,  with  their  sparkling  lyres. 
Make  music  on  the  air. 

3  The  answering  hills  of  Palestine 

Send  back  the  glad  reply  ; 
And  greet,  from  all  their  holy  heights, 
The  day-spring  from  on  high. 


309  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

4  O'er  the  blue  depths  of  Galilee 

There  comes  a  holier  calm, 
And  Sharon  waves,  in  solemn  praise, 
Her  silent  groves  of  palm. 

5  "  Glory  to  God  !  "  the  sounding  skies 

Loud  with  their  anthems  ring, 
"Peace  to  the  earth,  good  will  to  men, 
From  heaven's  Eternal  King  !  " 

6  Light  on  thy  hills,  Jerusalem ! 

The  Saviour  now  is  born ! 
And  bright  on  Bethlehem's  joyous  plains 
Breaks  the  first  Christmas  morn. 

309  P.  M.  Milton,  alt. 

Christmas. 

1  No  war  nor  battle's  sound 
Was  heard  the  world  around, 

N,o  hostile  chiefs  to  furious  combat  ran-; 

But  peaceful  was  the  night. 

In  which  the  Prince  of  Light, 
His  reign  of  peace  upon  the  earth  began. 

2  The  shepherds  on  the  lawn, 
Before  the  point  of  dawn. 

In  social  circle  sat,  while  all  around 

The  gentle  fleecy  brood, 

Or  cropped  the  flowery  food, 
Or  slept,  or  sported  on  the  verdant  ground. 

3  When  lo  !  with  ravished  ears, 
Each  swain  delighted  hears, 

Sweet  music,  offspring  of  no  mortal  hand  ; 

Divinely  warbled  voice. 

Answering  the  stringed  noise. 
With  blissful  rapture  charmed  the  listening  band. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  310 

4  Sounds  of  so  sweet  a  tone 
Before  were  never  known, 

But  when  of  old  the  sons  of  morning  sung, 

While  God  disposed  in  air. 

Each  constellation  fair, 
And  the  well-balanced  world  on  hinges  hung. 

5  Hail,  hail,  auspicious  morn  ! 
The  Saviour  Christ  is  born  ! 

(Such  was  the  immortal  seraph's  song  sublime  ;) 

Glofy  to  God  in  heaven  ! 

To  man  sweet  peace  be  given, 
Sweet  peace  and  friendship,  to  the  end  of  time ! 

310  11  &  10s.  M.  Heber. 

Star  of  the  East. 

1  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 

Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid  ! 

2  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine  ! 

Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  or  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

3  Vainly  we  offer  each  costly  oblation; 
Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favor  secure  ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration  ; 
Dearer  to  God  are  the  prayers  of  the  poor. 

4  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning. 
Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us  thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer  is  laid. 


311,312  CHRIST — HIS  gospel, 

311  C.  M.  Crosswell 

The  Accepted  Offering. 

1  We  come  not  with  a  costly  store, 

O  Lord,  like  them  of  old, 
The  masters  of  the  starry  lore 

From  Ophir's  shore  of  gold  : 
No  weepings  of  the  incense  tree 

Are  with  the  gifts  we  bring, 
No  odorous  myrrh  of  Araby 

Blends  .with  our  offerincr. 

2  But  still  our  love  would  bring  its  best ; 

A  spirit  keenly  tried 
By  fierce  affliction's  fiery  test. 

And  seven  times  purified  : 
The  fracrrant  praces  of  the  mind, 

The  virtues  that  delight 
To  give  their  perfume  out,  will  find 

Acceptance  in  thy  sight. 

313  C.  M.  Watts. 

Coming  and  Kingdom  of  Jesus. 

1  Joy  to  the  world  !  the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King : 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room. 
And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills,  and  plains. 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
As  far  as  sin  is  found. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  313,  314 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

313  8  &  7s.  M.         Madan's  Coll. 

Consolation  of  Israel. 

1  Come,  thou  long  expected  Saviour, 

Born  to  set  thy  people  free. 
From  our  fears  and  sins  deliver, 

Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee : 
Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  earth  thou  art ; 
Dear  desire  of  every  nation, 

Joy  of  every  longing  heart. 

2  Born  thy  people  to  deliver; 

Born  a  child  —  and  yet  a  King ; 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever, 

Now  thy  precious  kingdom  bring  : 
By  thine  own  in-dwelling  spirit. 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

314  S.  M.. 

The  Light  of  the  World. 

1     Behold  the  sun,  how  bright 
From  yonder  east  he  springs. 
As  if  the  soul  of  life  and  light 
Were  breathing  from  his  wings. 


315  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

2  So  bright  the  Gospel  broke 
Upon  the  souls  of  men  ; 

So  fresh  the  dreamincr  world  awoke 
In  trutn's  full  radiance  then. 

3  Before  yon  sun  arose, 

Stars  clustered  through  the  sky  ; 
But  O  how  dim,  how  paie  were  those. 
To  his  one  burning  eye  ! 

4  So  truth  lent  many  a  ray, 
To  bless  the  Pagan's  night; 

But,  Lord,  how  faint,  how  cold  were  they 
To  thy  one  glorious  light. 

315  S.  M.  Needham. 

Jesus  the  Light  of  the  World. 

1  Behold  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  chosen  of  the  Lord, 

God's  well  beloved  Son,  fulfils 
The  sure  prophetic  word  ! 

2  No  royal  pomp  adorns 
This  King  of  righteousness ; 

But  meekness,  patience,  truth  and  love. 
Compose  his  princely  dress. 

3  The  spirit  of  the  Lord, 
In  rich  abundance  shed, 

On  this  great  prophet  gently  lights. 
And  rests  upon  his  head. 

4  Jesus,  thou  licrht  of  men  ! 
Thy  doctrine  life  imparts  : 

O  may  we  feel  its  quickening  power, 
To  warm  and  glad  our  hearts. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  316,  317 

316  7s.  M. 

Star  of  BetMeTiem. 

1  Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far. 
Hail  the  long  expected  star ! 
Star  of  truth  that  gilds  the  night, 
And  guides  bewildered  men  aright. 

2  Mild  it  shines  on  all  beneath, 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death  ; 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night; 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

3  Nations  all,  remote  and  near. 
Haste  to  see  your  Lord  appear  ; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare. 
Meet  him  manifested  there  ! 

4  There  behold  the  day-spring  rise, 
Pouring  light  on  mortal  eyes; 
See  it  chase  the  shades  away. 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 

317  L.  M. 

"  /  am  the  Bright  a?id  3Iorning  Star." 

1  We  sing  the  bright  and  Morning  Star, 
The  day-spring  of  eternal  love  ! 

See  how  its  rays,  diffused  from  far, 
Beam  o'er  us  from  the  realms  above ! 

2  Those  cheering  rays,  spread  wide  abroad, 
Point  out  the  Christian's  onward  way ; 
And  as  he  goes,  he  finds  the  road 
Enlightened  with  increasing  day. 


318  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

3  More  bright  and  beauteous  it  will  grow, 
As  onward  still  his  way  he  wends : 
In  heaven  its  beams  forever  glow. 
Where  light  with  life  in  glory  blends. 

318  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Mission  of  Christ. 

1  Hark  !  the  glad  sound,  the  Saviour  comes. 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ; 
Let  every  heart  a  throne  prepare. 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  On  him  the  spirit,  largely  poured. 

Exerts  its  holy  fire ; 
Wisdom  and  might,  and  zeal  and  love. 
His  sacred  breast  inspire. 

3  He  comes  the  prisoners  to  release. 

In  wretched  bondage  held  : 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind. 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure; 
And,  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace. 
Enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace! 

Thy  welcome  shall  proclaim  ; 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ringr 
With  thy  beloved  name. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  319,  320 

319  L.  M.  BowRiNG. 

Jesus  Teaching  the  People. 

1  How  sweetly  flowed  the  Gospel's  sound 
From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When  listening  thousands  gathered  round, 
And  joy  and  reverence  filled  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he  spoke. 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers  way ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke. 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "  Come,  wanderers,  to  my  Father's  home, 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest ! " 
Yes,  Sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

330  S.  M.  Keble,  alt. 

Jesus,  the   Glory   of  all  Lands,   the  Hope  of  the 

Heart. 

1     What  sudden  blaze  of  song 

Spreads  o'er  th'  expanse  of  heaven  ! 
In  waves  of  light  it  thrills  along, 
Th'  angelic  signal  given. 

2  Wrapped  in  his  swaddling  bands. 
And  in  his  manger  laid. 

The  hope,  the  glory  of  all  lands 
Is  come  to  human  aid. 

3  Ah !  where  thou  dwellest,  Lord, 
No  other  thouo^ht  should  be  : 

Once  duly  welcomed  and  adored. 
How  should  I  part  with  thee  ? 


321  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

4  Through  every  present  night, 
Amid  all  toil  or  care, 

In  music  and  in  joyous  light. 
Thou  dawnest  on  our  prayer. 

5  Thou  from  the  world  art  gone ; 
Yet  in  thy  matchless  grace, 

Each  loving  heart  shall  be  thy  home, 
Thy  sure  abiding  place. 

3S1  L.  M.  Russell. 

"  TJiat    Ye  through  His  poverty  might  he  made 
Rich.'' 

1  On  the  dark  wave  of  Galilee, 

The  gloom  of  twilight  gathers  fast ; 
And  o'er  the  waters  drearily, 
Sweeps  the  bleak  evening  blast. 

2  Still  near  the  lake,  with  weary  tread, 
Lingers  a  form  of  human  kind  ; 
And  from  his  lone  unsheltered  head. 
Flows  the  chill  night-damp  on  the  wind. 

3  Why  seeks  he  not  a  home  of  rest? 
Why  seeks  he  not  the  pillowed  bed  ? 
Beasts  have  their  dens,  the  bird  his  nest ; 
"  He  hath  not  where  to  lay  his  head." 

4  Such  was  the  lot  he  freely  chose, 
To  bless,  to  save  the  human  race; 
And  through  his  poverty  there  flows, 
A  rich  full  stream  of  heavenly  grace. 


TRIUMPH  CHURCH.  322,  323 

333  L.  M.  Keble,  alt. 

"  By  His  Stripes  We  are  Healed^ 

1  Is  it  not  strange,  the  darkest  hour 
That  ever  dawned  on  sinful  earth. 
Should  touch  the  heart  with  softest  power, 
And  give  our  sweetest  comforts  birth  ? 

2  That  to  the  cross  our  eyes  should  turn 
For  cheering  light,  and  strength  to  save, 
Sooner  than  where  the  Easter  sun 
Shines  glorious  on  the  open  grave  1 

3  Yet  so  it  is  :  for  duly  there 

The  storms  of  life  are  lulled  to  rest; 
Stilled  by  the  Saviour's  trusting  prayer; 
Soothed  by  the  peace  within  his  breast. 

4  My  Saviour !  whom  't  is  life  to  see. 
Thy  promise  in  thy  cross  appears ; 
Its  power,  its  peace,  O  grant  to  me  ; 
Its  perfect  love  to  still  my  fears. 

333  L.  M.  Watts. 

Example  of  Christ. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  : 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears. 
Drawn  out  in  livinor  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will. 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

15 


324  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air. 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew. 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thoQ  my  pattern;  may  I  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Amongst  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

324  L.  M.  E.  Taylor. 

Light  from  Jesus. 

1  There  's  not  a  hope  with  comfort  fraught. 
Triumphant  over  death  and  time. 

But  Jesus  mingles  in  that  thought, 
Forerunner  of  our  course  sublime. 

2  His  image  meets  me  in  the  hour 
Of  joy,  and  brightens  every  smile  : 
I  see  him  when  the  tempests  lower. 
Each  terror  soothe,  each  grief  beguile. 

3  I  see  him  in  the  daily  round 
Of  social  duty,  mild  and  meek  ; 
With  him  I  tread  the  hallowed  ground. 
Communion  with  my  God  to  seek. 

4  I  see  his  pitying,  gentle  eye. 
When  lonely  want  appeals  for  aid  ; 
I  hear  him  in  the  frequent  sigh, 

That  mourns  the  waste  which  sin  has  made. 

5  I  meet  him  at  the  lowly  tomb  ; 

I  weep  where  Jesus  wept  before ; 

And  there  above  the  grave's  dark  gloom, 

I  see  him  rise  —  and  weep  no  more. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  325,  326 

3S5  p.  M.  Ch.  Examiner. 

Looking  unto  Jesus. 

1  It  was  no  path  of  flowers, 
While  in  this  world  of  ours, 

Beloved  of  the  Father  !  thou  didst  tread ; 
And  shall  we  in  dismay, 
Shrink  from  the  narrow  way, 

When  clouds  and  darkness  are  around  it  spread  ? 

2  Our  eyes  behold  thee  not, 
Yet  hast  thou  not  forgot, 

Those  who  have  placed  their  hope,  their  trust  in  thee ; 

Before  the  Father's  face, 

Thou  hast  prepared  a  place, 
That  where  thou  art,  there  they  may  also  be. 

3  O  Thou  who  art  our  life  ! 

Be  with  us  through  the  strife ! 
Was  not  thy  head  by  fiercer  tempests  bowed  ? 

Raise  thou  our  eyes  above, 

To  see  a  Father's  love 
Beam,  like  the  bow  of  promise,  through  the  cloud. 

336  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Example  of  Christ. 

1  And  is  the  Gospel  peace  and  love  ? 
So  let  our  conversation  be  : 

The  serpent  blended  with  the  dove, 
Wisdom  and  meek  simplicity. 

2  When'er  the  angry  passions  rise 

And  tempt  our  thoughts  or  tongues  to  strife, 
On  Jesus  let  us  fix  our  eyes, 
Bright  pattern  of  the  Christian  life  ! 


327,  328  CHRIST  —  his    gospel, 

3  To  do  his  heavenly  Father's  will 
Was  his  employment  and  delight ; 
Humility  and  holy  zeal 

Shone  through  his  life,  divinely  bright. 

4  Dispensing  good  where'er  he  came. 
The  labors  of  his  life  were  love  : 

If  then  we  bear  the  Saviour's  name. 
Let  his  divine  example  move. 

337  7s.  M.        Methodist  Coll. 
Christ  a  Refuge. 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul. 
Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  nearer  waters  roll, 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high : 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide,, 
Till  the  storms  of  life  be  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide : 

O,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want  ; 
More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind. 
Thou  of  life  the  Fountain  art ; 
Freely  let  me  take  of  thee; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart ; 
Rise  to  all  eternity. 

338  7s.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

The  Sun  of  Righteousness. 
1  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise, 
Chase  the  slumbers  from  our  eyes ! 
O  for  one  celestial  ray 
From  the  shining  seats  of  day  ! 


TRIUMPH CHURCH. 


329 


2  Melt  my  chains  with  heavenly  fire  ; 
Fervent  love  and  strong  desire 
From  thy  love  alone  begin  ; 
Thou  canst  break  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Thou  canst  bid  our  spirits  rise 
Free  and  joyful  to  the  skies ; 
Liberty  and  joy  divine, 

Sun  of  Righteousness,  are  thine. 

3^9  C.  M.  Wesleyan  mag. 

Jesus  Entering  Jerusalem. 

1  From  Olivet's  sequestered  seats 

What  sounds  of  transport  spread  ! 
What  concourse  moves  through  Salem's  streets, 
To  Zion's  holy  head  ! 

2  Behold  him  there  in  lowliest  guise  ! 

The  Saviour  of  mankind! 
Triumphant  shouts  before  him  rise, 
And  shouts  reply  behind  ! 

3  He  came  to  earth  —  through  life  he  passed 

A  man  of  grief  and  wo; 
A  noble  army  following  fast 
His  martyr  path  shall  go. 

4  All  decked  with  palms,  and  strangely  bright, 

That  noble  host  appears  ; 
And  stainless  are  their  robes  of  white, 
Though  steeped  in  blood  and  tears. 

5  From  ages  past  descends  the  lay 

To  ages  yet  to  be. 
Till  far  its  echoes  roll  away 
Into  eternity. 


330,  331  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

330  C.  M.  Sac.  Offering. 
Shepherd  of  Israel. 

1  Shepherd  of  Israel,  hear  my  prayer. 

And  to  my  cry  give  heed : 
Shepherd  of  Israel,  lead  me  where 
Thy  flocks  in  safety  feed. 

2  Whether  upon  the  barren  hills, 

Or  in  the  desert  bare, 
Strike  but  thy  rod,  the  purest  rills 
And  crreenest  herbs  are  there. 

3  The  shadow  of  a  mighty  rock 

Is  in  that  weary  land  ; 
And  heavenly  dews  fall  on  the  flock 
Protected  by  thy  hand. 

4  Lead  me,  O  lead  me  to  thy  fold. 

Earth  has  no  rest  beside ; 
Shepherd  of  Israel,  known  of  old, 
Be  thou  my  only  guide. 

331  L.  M.  J.  E.  S3IITH. 
It  is  I,  Be  not  Afraid. 

1  When  power  divine,  in  mortal  form. 
Hushed  with  a  word  the  raging  storm. 
In  soothing  accents  Jesus  said, 

''  Lo,  it  is  I !  be  not  afraid." 

2  Lo,  when  in  silence  nature  sleeps. 
And  his  lone  watch  the  mourner  keeps, 
One  thought  shall  every  pang  remove; 
Trust,  feeble  man,  thy  Maker's  love. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  332 

3  Blessed  be  the  voice  that  breathes  from  heaven, 
To  every  heart  in  sunder  riven, 

When  love,  and  joy,  and  hope  are  fled, 
''  Lo,  it  is  I !  be  not  afraid." 

4  God  calms  the  tumult  and  the  storm  : 
He  rules  the  seraph  and  the  worm ; 
Blessed  be  the  voice,  though  still  and  small. 
That  whispers,  "  God  is  over  all !  " 

333  7s.  M.  6 1.  Montgomery. 

Christ  our  Example  in  Suffering. 

1  Go  to  dark  Gethsemane, 

Ye  that  feel  temptation's  power, 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see, 
Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour ; 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away, 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment  hall. 
View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned; 
O  the  wormwood  and  the  gall  1 
O  the  orriefs  his  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss ; 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 
There,  admiring  at  his  feet, 

Mark  that  miracle  of  time. 
Love's  own  sacrifice  complete ; 
"  It  is  finished,"  hear  him  cry  ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 


333  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  ; 
Who  has  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen,  he  meets  our  eyes. 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 

333  S.  M.  Keble. 

Christ  Weeping  over  Jerusalem. 

1  Why  doth  my  Saviour  weep 
At  sight  of  Zion's  bowers? 

Shows  it  not  fair  from  yonder  steep, 

Her  gorgeous  crown  of  towers  ? 

Or  doth  he  feel  the  cross 

Already  in  his  heart, 
The  pain,  the  shame,  the  scorn,  the  loss  ? 

Feel  e'en  his  God  depart? 

2  Ah!  hero  ne'er,  nor  saint. 
The  secret  load  might  know, 

With  which  his  spirit  waxeth  faint  ; 

His  is  a  Saviour's  wo : 

"  If  thou  hadst  known,  e'en  thou, 

At  least  in  this  thy  day, 
The  message  of  thy  peace  !  but  now 

'T  is  passed  for  aye  away." 

3  And  doth  my  Saviour  weep 
Over  his  people's  sin. 

Because  we  will  not  let  him  keep 

The  souls  he  died  to  win? 

Ye  hearts  that  love  the  Lord, 

If  at  this  sight  ye  burn, 
See  that  in  thought,  in  deed,  in  word, 

Ye  hate  what  made  him  mourn. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  334,335 

334  S.  M.  Montgomery. 
The  Good  Shepherd. 

1  Green  pastures  and  clear  streams, 
Freedom  and  quiet  rest, 

Christ's  flock  enjoy,  beneath  his  beams, 
Or  in  his  shadow,  blest. 

2  Secure  amidst  alarms. 
From  violence  or  snares. 

The  lambs  he  gathers  in  his  arms, 
And  in  his  bosom  bears. 

3  The  wounded  and  the  weak 
He  comforts,  heals  and  binds ; 

The  lost  he  came  from  heaven  to  seek, 
And  saves  them  when  he  finds. 

4  Conflicts  and  trials  done, 
His  glory  they  behold. 

Where  Jesus  and  his  flock  are  one. 
One  shepherd  and  one  fold. 

335  S.  M.  Keble,  alt. 
Take  up  the  Cross,  and  follow  Me. 

1  Art  thou  a  child  of  tears. 
Cradled  in  care  and  wo? 

And  seems  it  hard,  thy  vernal  years 
Few  vernal  joys  can  show  ? 

2  And  fall  the  sounds  of  mirth 
Sad  on  thy  lonely  heart. 

From  all  the  hopes  and  charms  of  earth 
Untimely  called  to  part? 


336  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

3  Come  !  learn  thy  Saviour's  peace  : 
That  Saviour,  fount  of  good, 

Who  from  his  birth  sought  no  release 
From  suffering,  tears  and  blood. 

4  My  soul,  the  holy  cross 
Do  thou  in  patience  bear ; 

Who  meekly  meets  its  shame  and  loss 
Its  perfect  peace  may  share. 

336  S.  M.  Frothingham. 

Christ's  Manifestation. 

1  We  meditate  the  day 
Of  triumph  and  of  rest, 

When  shown  of  God,  and  shaped  in  clay, 
The  Word  was  manifest. 

2  The  angels  saw  and  sung ; 
Earth  listened  far  and  wide  ; 

Believed  and  preached,  —  a  faith,  —  a  tongue, 
The  Word  was  glorified. 

3  Lord,  give  it  gracious  sweep, 
And  here  its  errand  bless. 

Whose  mercy  sent  it  o'er  the  deep, 
To  glad  a  wilderness. 

4  Ray  out  its  starry  light. 
To  guide  our  pilgrim  way ; 

A  sign  of  hope  through  this  world's  night. 
And  brighter  than  its  day. 

5  Again  thy  witness-voice  ! 
Again  thy  spirit-dove  ! 

That  hearts  may  in  its  trust  rejoice, 
And  soften  with  its  love. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  337,  338 

337  C.  M.  Mrs.  Barbauld. 

The  Resurrection  Morning. 

1  Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 

Awakes  the  kindling  ray, 
Unseals  the  eyelids  of  the  morn. 
And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  O  what  a  night  was  that,  which  wrapped 

The  heathen  world  in  gloom  ! 

0  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day, 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid. 

And  loud  hosannas  sung ; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  every  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

4  Ten  thousand  differing  lips  shall  join 

To  hail  this  welcome  morn. 
Which  scatters  blessings  from  its  wings 
To  nations  yet  unborn. 

338  7s.  M.  COLLYER. 

Resurrection  of  Jesus. 

1  Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb  ! 
Jesus  dissipates  its  gloom  ! 

Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies, 
See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 


o 


Mortals,  dry  your  flowing  tears ; 
Cease  those  unbelievincr  fears  : 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save. 


339,  340  CHRIST  —  HIS  gospel, 

3  Ye  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade; 
Drive  your  anxious  fears  away  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

4  Lo  the  rising  sun  appears, 
Shedding  radiance  o'er  the  spheres  ; 
Lo  returning  beams  of  light 
Chase  the  terrors  of  the  night, 

339  7s.  M.  Episcopal  Coll. 
In  Christ  shall  All  he  made  Alive, 

1  Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 
Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  hath  led, 
Following  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

340  S.  M.  Kelly. 

Rejoicing  at  the  Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed  !  " 
Attending  angels,  hear ; 

Up  to  the  courts  of  heaven,  with  speed. 
The  joyful  tidings  bear  ; 

2  Then  wake  your  golden  lyres, 
And  strike  each  cheerful  chord ; 

Join,  all  ye  bright,  celestial  choirs. 
To  sing  our  risen  Lord. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  341,342 


341  7s.  M.  Scott, 

Resurrection  of  Jesus. 

1  Shout,  ye  saints,  in  rapturous  song ; 
Let  the  notes  be  sweet  and  strong ; 
Hail  the  Son  of  God,  this  morn. 
From  his  sepulchre  new  born  ! 

2  Powers  of  heaven,  celestial  choirs! 
Sing  and  sweep  your  sounding  lyres; 
Sons  of  men,  in  joyful  strain, 

Hail  your  mighty  Saviour's  reign. 

3  Every  note  with  rapture  swell, 
And  the  Saviour's  triumph  tell ; 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting  ? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king  ? 

343  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Attraction  of  the  Cross. 

1  Behold  the  amazing  sight, 
The  Saviour  lifted  high  ! 

Behold  the  Son  of  God's  deliorht 
Expire  in  agony ! 

2  We  see,  and  we  admire, 
In  sympathy  of  love  ; 

We  feel  the  strong  attractive  power, 
To  lift  our  souls  above. 

3  Drawn  by  such  love  as  this, 

Let  all  the  earth  combine. 
With  cheerful  ardor,  to  confess. 
The  energy  divine. 


343  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

4     In  him  our  hearts  unite  ; 
Nor  share  his  griefs  alone, 
But  from  his  cross  pursue  their  flight 
To  his  triumphant  throne. 

343  P.  M.  Hemans. 

The  Voices  of  the  Sky. 

1  Oh  !  lovely  voices  of  the  sky, 
Which  hymned  the  Saviour's  birth, 
Are  ye  not  singing  still  on  high, 
Ye  that  sang,  "  Peace  on  Earth  ?  " 

To  us  yet  speak  the  strains, 
Wherewith,  in  time  gone  by. 
Ye  blessed  the  Syrian  swains ; 
Oh !  voices  of  the  sky  ! 

2  Oh !   clear  and  shining  light,  whose  beams 
That  hour  Heaven's  glory  shed 

Around  the  palms,  and  o'er  the  streams, 
And  on  the  shepherds'  head  ; 

Be  near,  through  life  and  death, 

As  in  that  holiest  night 

'Of  hope,  and  joy,  and  faith  ; 

Oh !  clear  and  shining  light ! 

3  Oh !  star  which  led  to  Him,  whose  love 
Brought  down  man's  ransom  free ; 
Where  art  thou  ?  —  midst  the  host  above 
May  we  still  gaze  on  thee  1 

In  Heaven  thou  art  not  set, 
Thy  rays  earth  may  not  dim ; 
Send  them  to  guide  us  yet, 
Oh !  star,  which  led  to  Him  ! 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  344,  345 

344  C.  M.  HfiBER. 

For  the  Day  of  Pentecost. 

1  We  ask  not,  Lord,  thy  cloven  flame, 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim 
With  fervor,  in  our  own. 

2  We  neither  have  nor  seek  the  power 

The  demons  to  control ; 
But  thou  in  dark  temptation's  hour 
Shalt  chase  them  from  the  soul. 

3  No  heavenly  harpings  soothe  our  ear, 

No  mystic  dreams  we  share ; 

Yet  hope  to  feel  thy  comfort  near. 

And  bless  thee  in  our  prayer. 

4  When  tongues  shall  cease,  and  power  decay. 

And  knowledge  empty  prove. 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

345  S.   M.  Watts. 
Blessedness  of  Gospel  Times. 

1  How  beauteous  are  their  feet, 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 

Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 

2  How  charminsf  is  their  voice ! 
How  sweet  the  tidings  are ! 

"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 


346  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

3  How  happy  are  our  ears, 
That  hear  this  joyful  sound. 

Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes, 
That  see  this  heavenly  light ; 

Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long. 
But  died  without  the  sight ! 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 
And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 

Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs. 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

346  C.  M.  CowPER. 

Glory  of  the  Word. 

1  The  Spirit  breathes  upon  the  word, 

And  brings  the  truth  to  sight; 
Precepts  and  promises  afford 
A  sanctifying  light. 

2  A  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page, 

Slajestic  as  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age  ; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

3  The  hand  that  gave  it,  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
Its  truths  upon  the  nations  rise, 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

4  Let  endless  thanks,  O  God  !  be  thine. 

For  such  a  bright  display. 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  347,  348 

347  C.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

The  Gospel. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find  ; 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  Redeemer's  gentle  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  : 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

4  Divine  Instructer  !  gracious  Lord  ! 

Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  read  salvation  there. 

34§  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Perfection  of  God's  Law. 

1  Thy  law  is  perfect,  Lord  of  light. 

Thy  testimonies  sure ; 
The  statutes  of  thy  realm  are  right. 
And  thy  commandments  pure. 

2  Let  these,  O  God,  my  soul  convert, 

And  make  thy  servant  wise : 
Let  these  be  gladness  to  my  heart, 
The  day-spring  to  my  eyes. 

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349,  350  CHRIST  —  HIS  gospel, 

3  By  these  may  I  be  warned  betimes ; 

Who  knows  the  guile  within  1 
Lord,  save  me  from  presumptuous  crimes. 
Cleanse  me  from  secret  sin. 

4  So  may  the  words  my  lips  express, 

The  thoughts  which  throng  my  mind, 
O  Lord,  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
With  thee  acceptance  find. 

349  C.  M.  Logan. 

Heavenly   Wisdom, 

1  How  happy  is  the  man  who  hears 

Instruction's  warning  voice  : 
And  who  celestial  wisdom  makes 
His  early,  only  choice ! 

2  Wisdom  has  treasures  greater  far 

Than  East  or  West  unfold ; 
And  her  rewards  more  precious  are 
Than  is  the  gain  of  gold. 

3  She  guides  the  young,  with  innocence 

In  pleasure's  path  to  tread  ; 
A  crown  of  glory  she  bestows 
Upon  the  hoary  head. 

4  According  as  her  labors  rise. 

So  her  rewards  increase ; 
Her  ways  are  ways  of  pleasantness, 
And  all  her  paths  are  peace. 

350  S.  M.  Watts. 

Excellence  of  God's  Word. 

1     How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just; 
Forever  sure  thy  promise.  Lord, 
And  men  securely  trust. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  351 

2  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 
Are  thy  directions  given  I 

0  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  heaven. 

3  I  hear  thy  word  with  love. 
And  I  would  fain  obey  ; 

Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above 
To  guide  me,  lest  I  stray. 

4  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue, 
I  spread  thy  praise  abroad  ; 

Accept  the  worship  and  the  song, 
My  Father  and  my  God. 

»51  H.   M.  Doddridge. 

Success  of  the  Gospel. 

1  Mark  the  soft-falling  snow. 
And  the  diffusive  rain  ! 

To  heaven,  from  whence  it  fell, 

It  turns  not  back  again  ; 
But  waters  earth  Through  every  pore, 

And  calls  forth  all         Her  secret  store. 

2  Arrayed  in  beauteous  green. 
The  hills  and  valleys  shine, 
And  man  and  beast  are  fed 
By  Providence  divine  : 

The  harvest  bows  Its  orolden  ears. 

The  copious  seed  Of  future  years. 

3  "  So,"  saith  the  God  of  grace, 
"  My  Gospel  shall  descend, 
Almighty  to  effect 

The  purpose  I  intend  ; 
Millions  of  souls  Shall  feel  its  power. 

And  bear  it  down  To  millions  more." 


352,353  CHRIST  —  his  gospel, 

353  L.  M.  Watts. 

Strength  and  Peace  from  God's  Word. 

1  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 
Supplies  the  city  of  our  God  ; 

Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

2  That  sacred  stream,  thy  holy  word. 
Supports  our  faith,  our  fear  controls ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 

And  give  new  strength  to  fainting  souls. 

«{o3  C.  M.      Christian  Psalmist. 

The  Seed  of  the  Word. 

1  Lord  of  the  harvest,  God  of  grace, 

Send  down  thy  heavenly  rain  : 
In  vain  we  plant  without  thine  aid, 
And  water  too  in  vain. 

2  May  no  vain  thoughts,  those  birds  of  prey, 

Defraud  us  of  our  gain  ; 
Nor  anxious  cares,  those  baleful  thorns, 
Choke  up  the  precious  grain. 

3  Let  not  the  joys  thy  Gospel  gives, 

A  transient  rapture  prove ; 
Nor  may  the  world  by  smiles  or  frowns 
Our  faith  and  hope  remove. 

4  But  may  our  hearts,  like  fertile  soil, 

Receive  the  heavenly  word  ; 
So  shall  our  fair  and  ripened  fruits 
Their  hundred  fold  afford. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  354,355 

354  7  &  6s.  M. 

The  Spread  of  the  Gospel. 

1  The  morning  light  is  breaking, 

The  darkness  disappears, 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears  ; 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar. 
Of  nations  in  commotion. 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us, 

In  many  a  gentle  shower. 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us. 

Are  opening  every  hour  ; 
Each  cry  to  Heaven  going, 

Abundant  answers  brings, 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thy  onward  way  ; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation. 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not,  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim  the  Lord  has  cotne. 

35o  L.  M. 

*'  Thy  Word  is  a  Lamp  unto  our  Peet." 

1  Lamp  of  our  feet !  whose  hallowed  beam, 
Deep  in  our  hearts  its  dwelling  hath. 
How  welcome  is  the  cheering  gleam 
Thou  sheddest  o'er  our  pilgrim  path ! 


356,  357  CHRIST  —  his  gospel, 

2  Light  of  our  way,  whose  rays  are  flung. 
In  mercy  o'er  our  pilgrim  road, 
How  blest  its  darkest  shades  among. 
The  star  that  lights  us  to  our  God. 

356  C.  M.  Heber. 
The  Seed  of  the  Word. 

1  O  God,  by  whom  the  seed  is  given. 
By  whom  the  harvest's  blest ; 
Whose  word,  like  manna  showered  from  heaven, 
Is  planted  in  our  breast ; 

•2  Preserve  it  from  the  passing  feet, 
And  plunderers  of  the  air  ; 
The  sultry  sun's  intenser  heat. 
And  weeds  of  worldly  care ! 

3  Though  buried  deep,  or  thinly  strewn. 
Do  thou  thy  grace  supply  : 
The  hope,  in  earthly  furrows  sown. 
Shall  ripen  in  the  sky. 

357  L.  M.  Watts. 

Excellency  and  Success  of  the  Gospel. 

1  The  heavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  ! 
In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word. 
We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  convey  thy  praise 
Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never  stand ; 
So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race. 

It  touched  and  glanced  on  every  land. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  358,  359 

3  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  Gospel  rest, 
Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has  run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blessed. 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

4  Thy  richest  mercy  here  we  view, 

In  souls  renewed,  and  sins  forgiven  ; 

Lord  !    cleanse  our  sins,  our  souls  renew,      * 

And  make  thy  word  our  guide  to  heaven. 

358  C.  M.  Watts. 

Rejoicing  in  Salvation. 

1  Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  sound  ! 
'T  is  music  to  our  ears  ; 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 

•2  Salvation  !  O  the  power  and  grace 
That  here  triumphant  reign  ; 
To  raise  from  sin,  our  erring  race, 
To  life  and  God  again. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around  ; 
And  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound. 

3o9  L.  M.  Rippon's  Coll. 

Showers  of  Grace. 

1  The  dews  and  rains,  in  all  their  store, 
Watering  the  pastures  o'er  and  o'er. 
Are  not  so  copious  as  that  grace 
Which  sanctifies  and  saves  our  race. 


360  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL, 

2  As,  in  soft  silence,  vernal  showers 
Descend  and  cheer  the  fainting  flowers, 
So  in  the  secrecy  of  love 

Falls  the  sweet  influence  from  above. 

3  That  heavenly  influence  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 

While  every  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Difl!*using  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

4  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confined 
To  me,  but  poured  on  all  mankind ; 
Till  earth's  wild  wastes  in  verdure  rise, 
And  a  new  Eden  bless  our  eyes. 

360  C.  M.  Christian  Ps. 

A  Light  to  Lighten  the  Gentiles. 

1  The  race  that  long  in  darkness  pined. 

Hath  seen  a  glorious  light ; 
The  people  dwell  in  day,  who  dwelt 
In  death's  surrounding  night. 

2  To  hail  thy  rise,  thou  better  Sun, 

The  gathering  nations  come, 

Joyous,  as  when  the  reapers  bear 

The  harvest  treasures  home. 

3  To  us  a  child  of  hope  is  born, 

To  us  a  Son  is  given ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey. 
Him,  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

4  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Whose  rule  shall  stretch  abroad  ; 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 


TRIUMPH  —  CHURCH,  361 

5  His  power,  increasing,  still  shall  spread  : 
His  reign  no  end  shall  know  ; 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

361  7  &  6s.  M.  Montgomery. 

All  Nations  shall  call  Him  Blessed. 

1  Hail  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 

Great  David's  greater  Son ; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 

His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression. 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 

And  rule  in  equity. 

2  He  shall  descend,  like  showers. 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth ; 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth  : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains, 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains. 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

3  For  him  shall  prayer  unceasing. 

And  daily  vows,  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  ; 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never, 

His  covenant  remove ; 
His  name  shall  stand  forever ; 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 


362,  363  CHRIST  —  his  gospel, 

363  L.  M.  Watts. 

Chris fs  Kingdom. 

1  Jesus  shall  reiorn  where'er  the  sun 
Does  his  successive  journeys  run  : 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to  shore, 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

2  For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made, 
And  praises  throng  to  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall  rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

3  People,  and  realms,  of  every  tongue. 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

4  Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns; 
The  prisoner  leaps  to  loose  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest. 

And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

5  Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen. 

363  8  &  7s.  M.         •         CovvPER. 

Future  Glory  of  Christ's  Kingdom. 

1   Hear  what  God,  the  Lord,  hath  spoken  : 

O  my  people,  faint  and  few. 
Comfortless,  afflicted,  broken. 

Fair  abodes  I  build  for  you : 
Scenes  of  heartfelt  tribulation 

Shall  no  more  perplex  your  ways : 
You  shall  name  your  walls  salvation, 

And  your  gates  shall  all  be  praise. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  364 

2  There,  in  undisturbed  possession, 

Peace  and  righteousness  shall  reign ; 
Never  shall  you  feel  oppression. 

Never  hear  of  war  again  ; 
God  shall  rise,  and  shining  o'er  you, 

Change  to  day  the  gloom  of  night ; 
He,  the  Lord,  shall  be  your  glory, 

God  your  everlasting  light. 

364:  "^S.  M.  BOWRING. 

Watchman  tell  Us  of  the  Night. 

1  Watchman!  tell  us  of  the  night. 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are  ? 
Traveller  !  o'er  yon  mountains  height 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  ! 
Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  fortell  ? 
Traveller  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel ! 

2  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

Higher  yet  the  star  ascends. 
Traveller  !  blessedness  and  light. 

Peace  and  truth,  its  course  portends. 
Watchman !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  1 
Traveller !  ages  are  its  own  : 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
Traveller  !  darkness  takes  its  flight; 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. 
Watchman !  let  thy  wanderings  cease ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
Traveller!  lo,  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo,  the  Son  of  God,  is  come. 


365,  366  CHRIST  —  his  gospel, 

365  C.  M.  Watts. 
Universal  Spread  of  Spiritual  Blessings. 

1  The  common  Parent,  Lord  of  all. 

Who  sits  enthroned  above, 
With  perfect  wisdom  rules  the  world, 
And  with  impartial  love. 

2  Soon  may  his  name,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad ; 
And  distant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour,  and  their  God ! 

3  The  day  shall  come,  the  happy  day. 

Such  his  eternal  will. 
When  light,  and  truth,  and  grace  divine, 
The  spacious  earth  shall  fill. 

4  God  will  diffuse  the  blessinors  round, 

So  richly  scattered  here. 
Till  the  creation's  utmost  bound, 
Shall  see,  adore,  and  fear. 

366  L.  M.  6  1. 

The  Desire  of  all  Nations. 

1   Arrayed  in  clouds  of  orolden  lio-ht, 
Brighter  than  heaven's  effulgent  bow, 
Jehovah's  angel  came  by  night. 
To  bless  the  sleeping  world  below. 
How  soft  the  music  of  his  tongpue  ! 
How  sweet  the  hallowed  strains  he  sunsr ! 


& 


Good-will  henceforth  to  man  be  given. 
The  light  of  glory  beams  on  earth: 
Let  angels  tune  the  harps  of  heaven, 
And  saints  rejoice  in  Shiloh's  birth  ; 
In  him  all  nations  shall  be  blest. 
And  his  shall  be  a  glorious  rest. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  367,368 

3^7  C.  M.  Scotch  Para. 

The  Latter  Dmfs  Glory. 

1  O'er  mountain  tops,  the  mount  of  God 

In  latter  days  shall  rise, 
Above  the  summits  of  the  hills, 
And  draw  the  wandering  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues  shall  flow; 
Up  to  the  mount  of  God,  they  say, 
And  to  his  house  we  'II  go. 

3  The  beams  that  shine  from  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  : 
The  King  who  reigns  in  Salem's  towers, 
Shall  the  whole  world  command. 

4  No  war  shall  rage,  nor  hostile  strife 

Disturb  those  happy  years  ; 
To  ploughshares  men  shall  beat  their  swords. 
To  pruning  hooks  their  spears. 

5  No  longer  hosts,  encountering  hosts, 

Shall  crowds  of  slain  deplore  ; 
They  '11  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 

368  C.  M. 

The  Millenial  Glory. 
1   Who  shall  behold  the  glorious  day, 
When,  throned  on  Zion's  brow. 
The  Lord  shall  rend  that  veil  away 

Which  hides  the  nations  now ! 
When  earth  no  more  beneath  the  fear 

Of  his  rebuke  shall  lie  ; 
When  pain  shall  cease,  and  every  tear 
Be  wiped  from  every  eye ! 


369,370  CHRIST  —  HIS  gospel, 

2  Then,  Judah !  thou  no  more  shah  mourn 

Beneath  the  heathen's  chain; 
The  days  of  splendor  shall  return, 

And  all  be  new  again. 
The  Fount  of  Life  shall  then  be  quaffed 

In  peace,  by  all  who  come  ! 
And  every  wind  that  blows  shall  waft 

Some  long-lost  exile  home. 

369  C.  M.  Frothingham. 

The  Church. 

1  O  Lord  of  life,  and  truth,  and  grace, 

Ere  nature  was  begun. 
Make  welcome  to  our  erring  race 
Thy  Spirit,  and  thy  Son. 

2  We  hail  the  church,  built  high  o'er  all 

The  heathens'  rage  and  scoff; 
Thy  Providence  its  fenced  wall  ; 
"  The  Lamb  the  light  thereof." 

3  Thy  Christ  hath  reached  his  heavenly  seat 

Through  sorrows  and  through  scars  ; 
The  golden  lamps  are  at  his  feet. 
And  in  his  hand  the  stars. 

4  O  may  he  walk  among  us  here. 

With  his  rebuke  and  love ; 
A  brightness  o'er  this  lower  sphere, 
A  ray  from  worlds  above. 

370  C.  M.        Spirit  of  the  Ps. 
The  Christian  Zion. 

1  With  stately  towers  and  bulwarks  strong, 
Unrivalled  and  alone. 
Loved  theme  of  many  a  sacred  song, 
God's  holy  city  shone. 


TRIUMPH CHURCH.  371,372 

2  Thus  fair  was  Zion's  chosen  seat, 

The  glory  of  all  lands ; 
Yet  fairer,  and  in  strength  complete, 
The  Christian  temple  stands. 

3  The  faithful  of  each  clime  and  age 

This  glorious  church  compose  ; 
Built  on  a  rock,  with  idle  rage 
The  threatening  tempest  blows. 

4  In  vain  may  hostile  bands  alarm. 

For  God  is  her  defence  ; 
How  weak,  how  powerless  is  each  arm, 
Against  Omnipotence. 

371  7s.  M.  61.     Spirit  of  the  Ps. 

Glory  of  the  Church. 

1  On  thy  church,  O  Power  Divine, 
Cause  thy  glorious  face  to  shine  ; 
Till  the  nations  from  afar 

Hail  her  as  their  guiding  star  ; 
Till  her  sons,  from  zone  to  zone, 
Make  thy  great  salvation  known. 

2  Then  shall  God,  with  lavish  hand. 
Scatter  blessings  o'er  the  land; 
Earth  shall  yield  her  rich  increase. 
Every  breeze  shall  whisper  peace. 
And  the  world's  remotest  bound 
With  the  voice  of  praise  resound. 

373  L.  M. 

The  Church  Triumphant. 

1  ZioN,  awake !  thy  strength  renew, 
Put  on  thy  robes  of  beauteous  hue ; 
Church  of  our  God,  arise  and  shine 
In  beams  of  grace  and  truth  divine. 


373  CHRIST HIS    GOSPEL. 

2  Soon  shall  thy  radiance  stream  afar, 
The  radiance  of  the  morning  star  ; 
And  nations  see,  with  pure  delight, 
The  glory  of  thy  heavenly  light. 

373  8  &  7s.  M.  J.  Newton. 

The  City  of  God. 

1  Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ! 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 
Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode. 

2  On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded. 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose  1 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded. 
Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

3  See  !  the  streams  of  living  waters, 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters. 
And  all  fear  of  want  remove. 

4  Who  can  faint  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t'  assuage  ? 
Grace,  which,  like  the  Lord,  the  giver, 
Never  fails  from  age  to  ao-e. 


€l)ri5ttau  (Exacts.    ' 


374  L.  M.  6  1.  Moravian. 

The  Hidden  Love  of  God. 

1  Thou  hidden  love  of  God,  whose  height, 
Whose  depth  unfathomed  no  man  knows, 
I  see  from  far  thy  beauteous  light. 

Inly  I  sigh  for  thy  repose. 

My  heart  is  pained ;  nor  can  it  be 

At  rest,  till  it  find  rest  in  thee. 

2  Thy  secret  voice  invites  me  still 
The  sweetness  of  thy  yoke  to  prove ; 
And  fain  I  would  —  but  though  my  will 
Seem  fixed,  yet  wide  my  passions  rove ; 
Still,  hindrances  strew  all  the  way  ; 

I  aim  at  thee,  yet  from  thee  stray. 

3  Is  there  a  thing  beneath  the  sun, 

That  strives  with  thee  my  heart  to  share? 
Ah  !  tear  it  thence,  and  reign  alone. 
The  Lord  of  every  motion  there  I 
Then  shall  my  heart  from  sin  be  free. 
When  it  hath  found  repose  in  thee. 

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375,  376  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

375  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 
Longing  to  Love  God. 

1  Lord,  my  God,  I  long  to  know, 
J  Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought. 

Do  I  love  thee,  Lord,  or  no? 
Am  I  thine,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain. 
Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove. 
Any  duty  give  me  pain, 

If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  1 

3  Could  I  love  thy  saints  to  meet. 
Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorred. 
Find  at  times  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  thee.  Lord? 

4  Saviour,  let  me  love  thee  more. 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  : 

If  I  have  not  loved  before. 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day. 

376  S.  M.  Watts. 

''  My  Soul  follow  eth  hard  after  Thee. 

1  My  God,  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine ; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore ; 

Not  travellers  in  desert  lands. 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  377,  378 

3  Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 
To  thee  my  spirit  flies, 

And  on  thy  watchful  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

4  The  shadow  of  thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps : 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  he  supports  my  steps. 

377  C.  M.  CowpER. 
For  Deeper  Love  to  God. 

1  Oh  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road, 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew. 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word. 

3  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return. 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

4  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road. 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

378  C.  M.  MooRK. 

Flying  to  God. 

1  The  dove,  let  loose  in  Eastern  skies, 
Returning  fondly  home. 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor  flies, 
Where  idle  warblers  roam ; 


379  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and  light, 

Above  all  low  delay, 
Where  nothing  earthly  bounds  her  flight, 
Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

3  So  grant  me,  Lord,  from  every  snare 

Of  sinful  passion  free. 
Aloft,  through  faith's  serener  air 
To  urge  my  course  to  thee. 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs ; 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  on  her  wings. 

379  S.  M. 

Sweetness  of  God's  Love. 

1  Mt  Father  thou  hast  tauorht 
This  heart  to  love  but  thee; 

All  other  joys  below  are  fraught 
With  emptiness  to  me. 

2  If  sorrow  shade  my  eyes, 
It  is  when  thou  art  fled  ; 

Low  in  the  dust  my  spirit  lies. 
And  mourns  its  comforts  dead. 

3  But  when  thy  smile  appears. 
To  chase  my  gloom  away. 

How  bursts  my  song !  how  sink  my  fears ! 
My  night  is  turned  to  day. 

4  Then,  Lord,  no  more  permit 
This  heart  from  thee  to  rove ; 

O  that  I  might  for  ever  sit 
Low  at  thy  feet  in  love. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  380,  381 

380  L.  M.  Moravian. 
Hoping  for  Grace. 

1  My  soul  before  thee  prostrate  lies  ; 
To  thee,  her  source,  my  spirit  flies ; 
My  wants  I  mourn,  my  chains  I  see ; 
O  let  thy  presence  set  me  free ! 

2  In  life's  short  day,  let  me  yet  more 
Of  thy  enlivening  power  implore  ; 
My  mind  must  deeper  sink  in  thee, 

My  foot  stand  firm,  from  wandering  free. 

3  One  only  care  my  soul  should  know, 
Father,  all  thy  commands  to  do: 
Ah !  deep  engrave  it  on  my  breast. 
That  I  in  thee  alone  am  blest. 

381  C.  M.  Tate. 

Experience  of  God's  Love. 

1  Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life. 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

3  O  make  but  trial  of  his  love  ; 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  they  are,  and  only  they. 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 


382,   383  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

4  Fear  him,  ye  saints;  and  you  will  then 
Have  nothing  else  to  fear  : 
O  make  his  service  your  delight ; 
He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 

38S  L.  M.  Keble- 

^^  Blessed  are  the  Pure  in  Hearth 

1  Bless'd  are  the  pure  in  heart, 
For  they  shall  see  our  God  ; 
The  secret  of  the  Lord  is  theirs  ; 
Their  soul  is  Christ's  abode. 

2  Still  to  the  lowly  soul, 
God  doth  himself  impart. 

And  for  his  temple  and  his  throne, 
Chooseth  the  pure  in  heart. 

383  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Reliance  upon  God. 

1  How  gentle  God's  commands  ! 
How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 

"  Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care." 

2  While  Providence  supports, 
Let  saints  securely  dwell  ; 

That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up. 
Shall  guide  his  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mind  1 

Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne. 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  384,385 

4     His  goodness  stands  unchanged 
Down  to  the  present  day  ; 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

384:  7s.  M.       Spirit  OP  THE  Ps. 

''  He  shall  give  his  Angels  Charge  over  Thee." 

1  They,  who  on  the  Lord  rely, 
Safely  dwell  though  danger  's  nigh  ; 
Lo,  his  sheltering  wings  are  spread 
O'er  each  faithful  servant's  head. 

2  Vain  temptation's  wily  snare  ; 
They  shall  be  Jehovah's  care : 
Harmless  flies  the  shaft  by  day, 
Or  in  darkness  wings  its  way. 

3  When  they  wake,  or  when  they  sleep. 
Angel  guards  their  vigils  keep  ; 
Death  and  danger  may  be  near. 
Faith  and  love  can  never  fear. 

385  S.  M. 

"  Rejoice  in  the  Lord  Alway." 

1  Rejoice  in  God  alway; 

When  earth  looks  heavenly  bright, 
When  joy  makes  glad  the  livelong  day. 
And  peace  shuts  in  the  night. 

2  Rejoice  when  care  and  woe 
The  fainting  soul  oppress  ; 

When  tears  at  wakeful  midnight  flow, 
And  morn  brings  heaviness. 


386  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

3  Rejoice  in  hope  and  fear, 
Rejoice  in  life  and  death ; 

Rejoice  when  threatening  storms  are  near, 
And  comfort  langruisheth. 

4  When  should  not  they  rejoice, 
Whom  Christ  his  brethren  calls ; 

Who  hear  and  know  his  guiding  voice. 
When  on  their  hearts  it  falls  1 

5  So  though  our  path  is  steep, 
And  many  a  tempest  lowers. 

Shall  his  own  peace  our  spirits  keep, 
And  Christ's  dear  love  be  ours. 

386  7  &  6s.  M.  Wesley. 

Confidence  in  God's  Guardianship. 

1  See  the  Lord,  thy  helper,  stand, 

Omnipotentlv  near  : 
Lo !  he  holds  tnee  by  the  hand. 

And  banishes  thy  fear  : 
Shadows  with  his  wings  thy  head  ; 
Guards  from  all  impending  harms ; 
Round  thee  and  beneath  are  spread. 

The  everlasting  arms. 

2  God  shall  bless  thy  going  out, 

Shall  bless  thy  coming  in ; 
Kindly  compass  thee  about. 

Till  thou  art  saved  from  sin  ; 
Lean  upon  thy  Father's  breast ; 
He  thy  quiet  spirit  keeps : 
Rest  in  Him,  securely  rest ; 

Thy  Guardian  never  sleeps. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  387,  388 

387  C.  M.  Merrick. 

The  Soul  waiting  upon  God. 

1  Author  of  good  !  we  rest  on  thee ; 

Thine  ever  watchful  eye 
Alone  our  real  wants  can  see, 
Thy  hand  alone  supply. 

2  O  let  thy  fear  within  us  dwell, 

Thy  love  our  footsteps  guide  ! 
That  love  shall  vainer  loves  expel ; 
That  fear  all  fears  beside. 

3  And  since,  by  passion's  force  subdued, 

Too  oft  with  stubborn  will, 
We  blindly  shun  the  latent  good. 
And  grasp  the  specious  ill ; 

4  Not  what  we  wish,  but  what  we  want, 

Let  mercy  still  supply  ; 
The  good,  unasked,  O  Father  !  grant, 
The  ill,  though  asked,  deny. 

388  C.  M.  Addison. 

Gratitude. 

1  When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God  ! 

My  rising  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I  'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed. 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 


389  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

3  When  worn  with  sickness,  oft  hast  thou 

With  heahh  renewed  my  face ; 
And,  when  in  sins  and  sorrows  sunk, 
Revived  my  soul  with  grace. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
Which  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life 

Thy  goodness  I  '11  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  unknown  worlds. 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

389  S.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 

Thankfulness  of  Heart. 

1  My  Maker,  and  my  King  ! 
To  thee  my  all  I  owe ; 

Thy  sovereign  bounty  is  the  spring, 
Whence  all  my  blessings  flow. 

2  Thou  ever  good  and  kind ! 
A  thousand  reasons  move, 

A  thousand  obligations  bind 
My  heart  to  grateful  love. 

3  The  creature  of  thy  hand. 
On  thee  alone  I  live : 

My  God  !  thy  benefits  demand 
More  praise  than  life  can  give. 

4  O  let  thy  grace  inspire 

My  soul  with  strength  divine  ; 
Let  all  my  powers  to  thee  aspire, 
And  all  my  days  be  thine. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES,  390,  391 

390  S.  M.        Belknap's  Coll. 

Filial  Obedience. 

1  My  Father  —  I  adore 
That  all-commanding  name : 

O  may  it  virtue's  strength  restore, 
And  raise  devotion's  flame  ! 

2  I  bow  at  his  commands. 
And  filial  homage  pay  ; 

With  heart  and  life,  with  tongue  and  hands, 
I  '11  cheerfully  obey. 

3  My  Father  thus  I  '11  claim. 
And  prove  myself  his  son  ; 

And  while  I  bear  the  filial  name, 
The  filial  duties  own. 

4  Do  thou  the  strength  impart. 
This  purpose  to  fulfil : 

Lord !  write  thy  laws  upon  my  heart, 
That  I  may  do  thy  will. 

391  L.  M.  Doddridge. 
Consecration  to  God. 

1  My  gracious  God,  I  own  thy  right 
To  every  service  I  can  pay ; 

And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates,  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  thee, 
Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end  1 
Thy  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And  serve  the  cause  of  such  a  friend  ? 


392,  393  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

3  Thy  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 
When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more ; 
And  every  hour  of  life  confess 
Thy  love  hath  animating  power. 

392  S.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Self  Dedication. 

1  Lord  in  the  strength  of  grace, 
With  a  glad  heart  and  free, 

Myself,  my  residue  of  days, 
I  consecrate  to  thee. 

2  Thy  ransomed  servant,  I 
Restore  to  thee  thine  own  ; 

And  from  this  moment,  live  or  die 
To  serve  my  God  alone. 

393  L.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 
Entire  Consecration  to  God. 

1  Ah  !  wretched  soul,  why  strive  in  vain, 
Slave  to  the  world  —  a  slave  to  sin  ! 

A  nobler  toil  I  may  sustain, 
A  nobler  satisfaction  win. 

2  May  I  resolve,  with  all  my  heart, 
With  all  my  powers  to  serve  the  Lord ; 
Nor  from  his  precepts  e'er  depart, 
Whose  service  is  a  rich  reward. 

3  O  be  his  service  all  my  joy  ! 

.    Around  let  my  example  shine, 
Till  others  love  the  blest  employ, 
And  join  in  labors  so  divine. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  394,  395 

4  O  may  I  never  faint  nor  tire, 

Nor,  wandering,  leave  his  sacred  ways ; 
Great  God !   accept  my  soul's  desire,^ 
And  give  me  strength  to  live  thy  praise. 

394  C.  M.  CowPER. 

For  Entire  Devotion. 

1  O  Lord  !  my  best  desires  fulfil, 

And  help  me  to  resign 
Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will, 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine. 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears ; 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears? 

3  No !  let  me  rather  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee. 

Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld. 

Nor  wilt  withhold  from  me. 

4  But  ah  !  my  inward  spirit  cries. 

Still  bind  me  to  thy  sway  ; 
Else  the  next  cloud  that  veils  the  skies, 
Drives  all  these  thoughts  away. 

39^  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

For\  Inward  Purity. 

1  Return,  my  roving  heart,  return. 

And  chase  these  shadowy  forms  no  more ; 
Seek  out  some  solitude  to  mourn, 
And  thy  forsaken  God  implore. 


396  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

2  And  thou,  my  God,  whose  piercing  eye 
Distinct  surveys  each  deep  recess, 

In  these  abstracted  hours  draw  nigh, 
And  with  thy  presence  fill  the  place. 

3  Through  all  the  mazes  of  my  heart, 
My  search  let  heavenly  wisdom  guide; 
And  still  its  radiant  beams  impart. 
Till  all  be  searched  and  purified. 

4  Then,  with  the  visits  of  thy  love, 
Vouchsafe  my  inmost  soul  to  cheer ; 
Till  every  grace  shall  join  lo  prove, 
That  God  hath  fixed  his  dwelling  there. 

396  S.  M.  CowPER. 

Dependence. 

1  To  keep  the  lamp  alive. 
With  oil  we  fill  the  bowl  ; 

'T  is  water  makes  the  willow  thrive, 
And  grace  that  feeds  the  soul. 

2  The  Lord's  unfailing  hand 
Supplies  the  living  stream; 

It  is  not  at  our  own  command, 
But  still  derived  from  him. 

3  Man's  wisdom  is  to  seek 
His  strength  in  God  alone ; 

And  e'en  an  angel  would  be  weak. 
Who  trusted  in  his  own. 

4  Retreat  beneath  his  wings. 
And  in  his  grace  confide  ; 

This  more  exalts  the  King  of  kings. 
Than  all  your  works  beside. 


AND    CRHISTIAN    GRACES.  397,   398 

397  L.  M.  Merrick. 
Supplication  to  the  Searcher  of  Hearts. 

1  O  HEAR  me,  Lord !  to  thee  I  call, 
And  prostrate  at  thy  footstool  fall : 
O  Lord  !  my  prayer  propitious  hear, 
And  bow  to  my  requests  thine  ear. 

2  Searcher  of  hearts!  my  thoughts  review  ; 
With  kind  severity  pursue, 

Through  each  disguise,  thy  servant's  mind, 
Nor  leave  one  stain  of  guilt  behind. 

3  To  thee  my  inmost  heart  is  known  ; 
Regard  me  from  thy  lofty  throne  ; 
Nor  e'er  to  my  desiring  eye 

Thy  presence,  gracious  Lord !  deny. 

398  L.  M.  Wesley. 
Deliverances  Acknowledged. 

1  God  of  my  life,  whose  gracious  power 
Through  varied  deaths  my  soul  hath  led, 
Or  turned  aside  the  fatal  hour, 

Or  lifted  up  my  sinking  head  ! 

2  In  all  my  ways  thy  hand  I  own, 
Thy  ruling  providence  I  see  : 
Assist  me  still  my  course  to  run, 
And  still  direct  my  paths  to  thee. 

3  Whither,  oh  whither  should  I  fly. 
But  to  my  loving  Father's  breast ; 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 
And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest  ! 


399,  400  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

4  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 
But  thou,  O  God,  my  wisdom  art ; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run : 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

5  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind. 
Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known ; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 

399  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 
**  My  Meat  is  to  do  my  Father's  Will.'' 

1  My  gracious  God,  reveal 
Thy  will  concerning  me ; 

Whate'er  I  do,  whate'er  I  feel, 
Give  me  to  follow  thee. 

2  The  counsels  of  thy  love 
Be  on  my  heart  impressed ; 

It  then  shall  at  thy  bidding  move. 
And  at  thy  bidding  rest. 

3  Father,  thy  will  be  done! 
To  thee  I  all  resign ; 

The  sole  Disposer  of  thine  own. 
Dispose  of  me  and  mine. 

4  Whilst  thou  my  Leader  art, 
And  mak'st  me  thine  abode, 

I  find  the  witness  in  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

400  L.  M.  Gregg. 

Not  Ashamed  of  Jesus, 

1  Jesus,  and  can  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee? 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine, 
On  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  401 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  night  disown  its  radiant  star  ; 
'T  is  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  He, 
Briaht  Morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  that  dear  friend. 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  1 
Ashamed  of  Jesus!  O,  as  soon 

Let  morning  blush  to  own  her  sun. 

4  No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame. 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name  : 
And,  O  may  this  my  portion  be, 

My  Saviour  not  ashamed  of  me ! 

4^1  L.  M.  Exeter  Coll. 

Praise  for  the  Gospel 

1  Grateful  the  joyous  news  proclaim,  — 
Salvation  is  in  Jesus'  name ; 
Salvation  — shout  the  glorious  sound, 
Proclaim  it  to  the  world  around. 

2  Tell  every  fearful  trembling  soul. 

That  Gospel  grace  will  make  him  whole : 
Invite  the  weary  poor  to  come  ; 
At  Jesus'  feast  there  still  is  room. 

3  Jesus  ;  that  name  shall  calm  their  fears, 
Dispel  their  doubts,  and  dry  their  tears ; 
Shall  ease  the  anxious  throbbing  breast. 
And  give  the  weary  mourner  rest. 

4  Jesus,  our  Prophet,  Saviour,  King ! 
For,  Jesus,  grateful  praise  we  bring 

To  thee,  from  whom  His  blessings  flowed; 
To  thee,  our  Father  and  our  God. 

18 


402,  403  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

403  S.  M.  Hammond. 

The  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

1  Awake,  and  sing  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 

Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 
Sing  of  his  rising  power  ! 

Sing,  how  he-intercedes  above, 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 
Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs. 
And  grace  inspires  our  songs. 

4  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 
His  endless  praise  proclaim  ; 

And  sweeter  voices  raise  the  song 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

403  C.  M. 

"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb.^' 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. 

In  a  believer's  ear  ; 
It  soothes  his  sorrow,  heals  his  wounds, 
And  dissipates  his  fear. 

2  The  gentle  whisper  of  his  voice. 

So  sweetly  drawing  near, 
Can  bid  the  trembling  soul  rejoice, 
And  dry  the  falling  tear. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  404 

3  It  makes  the  fainting  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  anxious  breast : 
'T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

4  Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb  ! 

We  love  to  sing  of  thee ; 
No  music  like  thy  charming  name. 
So  sweet  or  dear  can  be. 

404  L.  M.  Keble. 

Seeking  Christ's  Constant  Presence. 

"Abide  with  us,  for  it  is  towards  evening."  Luke  xxiv.  29. 

1  Sun  of  my  soul !  thou  Saviour  dear. 
It  is  not  nicrht,  if  thou  be  near  : 

O  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 

2  When  with  dear  friends  sweet  talk  I  hold, 
And  all  the  flowers  of  life  unfold ; 

Let  not  my  heart  within  me  burn, 
Except  in  all  I  thee  discern. 

3  When  the  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep. 

Be  my  last  thought,  how  sweet  to  rest 
Forever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

4  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
As  through  the  world  our  way  we  take  ; 
Till,  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love. 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

5  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve. 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  : 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh. 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 


405,  406  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

405  L.  M.  H.  K.  White. 

The  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

1  When  marshalled  on  the  nightly  plain, 
The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train. 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark!  hark  !  to  God  the  chorus  breaks, 
From  every  host,  from  every  gem  ; 

But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks. 
It  is  the  star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

3  It  is  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all ; 
It  bids  my  dark  forebodings  cease ; 
Through  every  storm,  through  danger's  thrall, 
It  leads  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 

4  Now  safely  moored,  my  perils  o'er, 
I  '11  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem. 
Forever  and  forevermore. 

The  Star  —  the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

406  C.  M.  Hemans. 

Christ  Stilling  the  Tempest. 

1  Fear  was  within  the  tossing  bark. 

When  stormy  winds  grew  loud ; 
And  waves  came  rolling  high  and  dark. 
And  the  tall  mast  was  bowed. 

2  But  the  wind  ceased  —  it  ceased —  a  word 

Passed  through  the  gloomy  sky ; 
The  troubled  billows  knew  their  Lord, 
And  sank  beneath  his  eye. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  407 

3  Thou  that  didst  rule  the  angry  hour, 

And  tame  the  tempest's  mood, 

Oh !  send  thy  spirit  forth  in  power 

O'er  our  dark  souls  to  brood ! 

4  Thou  that  didst  bow  the  billows'  pride, 

Thy  mandates  to  fulfil. 
Speak,  speak  to  passion's  raging  tide, 
Speak,  and  say,  "  Peace,  be  still." 

407  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Abiding  in  Christ. 

1  Son  of  God,  thy  blessing  grant. 
Still  supply  my  every  want ; 
Tree  of  life,  thy  influence  shed  ! 
With  thy  sap  my  spirit  feed. 

2  Tenderest  branch,  alas  !   am  I, 
Wither  without  thee  and  die ; 
Weak  as  feeble  infancy  ; 

O  confirm  my  soul  in  thee. 

3  Unsustained  by  thee  I  fall ; 
Send  the  grace  for  which  I  call ; 
Weaker  than  a  bruised  reed. 
Help  I  every  moment  need. 

4  All  my  hopes  on  grace  depend ; 
Father,  love  me  to  the  end ; 
Give  me  the  continuing  grace, 
Take  the  everlasting  praise. 


408,  409  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

408  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

"  If  any  man  Thirst,  let  Him  come  unto  Me  and 
Drink." 

1  Blest  Spirit !  source  of  grace  divine! 
What  soul  refreshing  streams  are  thine : 

0  bring  these  healing  waters  nigh, 
Or  we  must  droop,  and  fall,  and  die. 

2  No  traveller  through  desert  lands, 
Midst  scorching  suns,  and  burning  sands, 
More  eager  longs  for  cooling  rain. 

Or  pants  the  current  to  obtain. 

3  Our  longing  souls  aloud  would  sing. 
Spring  up,  celestial  fountain,  spring ; 
To  a  redundant  river  flow. 

And  cheer  this  thirsty  land  below. 

4  May  this  blest  river,  near  my  side. 
Through  all  my  journey  gently  glide; 
Then,  in  Emanuel's  land  above. 
Spread  to  a  sea  of  joy  and  love. 

409  7s.  M. 

"  Lovest  thou  Me  1 " 

1  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord! 
'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word. 
Jesus  speaks,  and  says  to  thee, 

"  Ransomed  spirit,  lov'st  thou  me  ?  " 

2  *'  I  delivered  thee  when  bound. 

And  when  bleeding  healed  thy  wound ; 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right. 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light." 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  410 

3  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath. 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death." 

4  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  complaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee  and  adore ; 

O  for  grace  to  love  thee  more ! 

410  L.  M.  Watts. 

"  The  Chief  est  among   Ten    Thousand,  and  alto- 
gether Lovely." 

1  Thou  whom  my  soul  admires  above 
All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 

Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know. 
Where  do  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock. 
Which  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep. 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  The  voice  of  my  Beloved  sounds, 
Over  the  rocks  and  rising  grounds  ; 
O'er  hills  of  guilt  and  seas  of  grief. 
He  leaps,  he  flies,  to  my  relief 

4  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 

Both  with  his  beauties,  and  his  tongue ; 
And  as  his  wondrous  love  I  see. 
The  pastures  sweet  are  shown  to  me. 


411,  412  THE  CHRISTIAN  HEART, 

411  L.    M. 

Christ  the  Truth  and  the  Life. 

1  Thou  art  the  Truth,  whose  steady  day 
Shines  on  mid  earthly  blight  or  bloom ; 
The  pure,  the  everlasting  ray, 

The  Lamp  that  shines  e'en  in  the  tomb ; 
The  Light  that  out  of  darkness  springs. 
And  guideth  those  that  blindly  go  ; 
The  Word  whose  precious  radiance  flings 
Its  lustre  upon  all  below. 

2  Thou  art  the  Life,  the  blessed  Well 
With  living  waters  gushing  o'er, 
Which  those  that  drink  shall  ever  dwell 
Where  sin  and  thirst  are  knovvn  no  more. 
Thou  art  the  mystic  Pillar  given; 

Our  Lamp  by  night,  our  Light  by  day  ; 
Thou  art  the  sacred  Bread  from  heaven ; 
Thou  art  the  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way. 

41S  8  &  7s.  M. 

Taking  up  the  Cross. 

1  Saviour,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
Though  by  all  things  else  forsaken. 

Thou  my  all  in  all  shalt  be; 
Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'T  will  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast ; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Thou  canst  give  me  sweetest  rest. 

2  Oh  !  't  is  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  gracious  love  I  know ; 
Oh  !  'tis  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 
While  I  feel  thy  Spirit's  glow  : 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  413 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation  ; 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care; 
Joy  to  find,  in  every  station. 

Something  still  to  do  and  bear. 

3  Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee ; 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee : 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine? 
Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed  by  faith,  and  winged  by  prayer, 
Heaven's  eternal  day  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  to  lead  thee  there. 

413  S.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 

For  Christian  Principles. 

1  My  God,  my  strength,  my  hope, 
On  thee  I  cast  my  care. 

With  humble  confidence  look  up, 

And  know  thou  hear'st  my  prayer. 

Give  me  on  thee  to  vi^ait, 

Till  I  can  all  things  do  ; 
On  thee,  almighty  to  create, 

Almighty  to  renew. 

2  I  want  a  godly  fear, 

A  quick  discerning  eye 
That  ever  watches  unto  prayer, 

And  sees  the  tempter  fly ; 

A  soul  inured  to  pain, 

To  hardship,  grief  and  loss. 
Bold  to  take  up,  firm  to  sustain, 

The  consecrated  cross. 


414  THE  CHRISTIAN  HEART, 

3     I  rest  upon  thy  word ; 

The  promise  is  for  me ; 
My  succor  and  salvation,  Lord, 

Shall  surely  come  from  thee : 

But  let  me  still  abide. 

Nor  from  my  hope  remove, 
Till  thou  my  patient  spirit  guide 

Into  thy  perfect  love. 

414  C.  M.  Pope. 

Universal  Prayer. 

1  Teach  me  to  feel  another's  wo, 

To  hide  the  fault  I  see ; 
That  mercy  I  to  others  show. 

That  mercy  show  to  me.  * 

2  Save  me  alike  from  foolish  pride 

Or  impious  discontent. 
At  aught  thy  wisdom  has  denied, 
Or  aught  thy  goodness  lent. 

3  This  day  be  bread  and  peace  my  lot : 

But  all  beneath  the  sun, 
Thou  know'st  if  best  bestowed  or  not ; 
And  let  thy  will  be  done, 

4  What  conscience  dictates  to  be  done. 

Or  warns  me  not  to  do. 
This,  teach  me,  more  than  hell,  to  shun  — 
That,  more  than  heaven,  pursue. 

5  To  thee,  whose  temple  is  all  space, 

Whose  altar,  earth,  sea,  skies, 
One  chorus  let  all  beings  raise, 
All  nature's  incense  rise. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  415,  416 

415  7s.  M. 

Humble  Supplication. 

1  God  of  love!  my  sins  forgive, 
Bid  me  hope,  and  bid  me  live ! 
Let  the  dawning  light  control 
All  the  darkness  of  my  soul. 

2  From  the  temple  of  my  heart, 

Bid  each  grovelling  thought  depart  ; 
And,  to  guard  its  peace,  supply 
Steadfast  Faith,  and  holy  Joy : 

3  Meek  Repentance,  in  whose  eyes 
Tears  of  true  contrition  rise  ; 
Gratitude,  whose  hands  are  pressed 
Duteous  on  her  glowing  breast. 

4  Heavenly  Father  !  in  whose  sight 
Darkness  flashes  into  light. 
Gracious,  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Cast  on  me  a  pitying  eye. 

416  C.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 
Thy  Kingdom  Come. 

1  Father  of  me  and  all  mankind, 

And  all  the  hosts  above, 
Let  every  understanding  mind 
Unite  to  praise  thy  love. 

2  Thy  kingdom  come,  with  power  and  grace, 

To  every  heart  of  man  : 
Thy  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteousness, 
In  all  our  bosoms  reign. 


417  THE  CHRISTIAN  HEART, 

3  The  righteousness  that  never  ends, 

But  makes  an  end  of  sin ; 
The  joy  that  human  thought  transcends, 
Now  to  our  souls  bring  in.  ' 

4  The  kingdom  of  established  peace, 

Which  can  no  more  remove ; 
The  perfect  powers  of  Godliness, 
The  omnipotence  of  Love. 

4-17  7s.  M.  Churchman 

"  I  pray  not  that  thou  shouldest  take  them  from 
the  world,  hut  that  thou  shouldest  keep  them 
from  the  evil  J'     John  xvii.  15. 

1  Pilgrim  in  the  path  of  life, 
Fainting  in  the  daily  strife. 
Wishing,  longing  to  be  free 
From  thy  load  of  misery  ; 
Panting  for  the  heavenly  home. 
Where  no  blio-htinor  sorrows  come ; 
List  thy  Saviour's  prayer  for  thee, 
Wait  his  time  to  set  thee  free. 

2  Mourner  bending  o'er  the  dead. 
From  whose  cheek  the  bloom  has  fled, 
Gazing  on  the  darkened  eye. 

Vainly  asking  for  reply. 
Wishing  that  thy  days  were  come 
To  go  unto  thy  risen  one ; 
List  the  Saviour's  prayer  for  thee; 
Wait  the  time  to  set  thee  free. 

3  "  Not  that  thou  should'st  take  away 
These  thy  creatures  of  a  day. 
Pray  I,  Father,  but  that  in 
Mercy,  thou  would' st  save  from  sin ; 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  418,  419 

Keep  them  in  the  evil  hour 
Till  their  course  of  life  be  o'er." 
This,  thy  Saviour  prayed  for  thee  ! 
Patient  wait  till  thou  art  free. 

418  C.  M.        Spirit  of  the  Ps. 

Peace  and  Love. 

1  Spirit  of  Peace !  who,  as  a  dove, 

Appeared  to  human  gaze, 
No  richer  gift  than  Christian  love 
Thy  gracious  power  displays. 

2  'T  is  like  the  precious  oil  of  old. 

Which,  poured  on  Aaron's  head. 
O'er  all  his  garment's  ample  fold 
In  grateful  fragrance  spread. 

3  Sweet  as  the  dew  on  herb  and  flower. 

That  silently  distils 
At  evening's  soft  and  balmy  hour 
On  Zion's  fruitful  hills  : 

.   4  So  with  mild  influence  from  above 
Shall  promised  grace  descend, 
Till  universal  peace  and  love 
O'er  all  the  earth  extend. 

419  C.  M.  Watts. 

Excellence  of  Love. 

1  Where  love  with  other  graces  reigns, 
The  mind  is  truly  blessed ; 
For  love,  the  noblest  of  the  train. 
Aids  and  exalts  the  rest. 


420  THE  CHRISTIAN  HEART, 

2  Love  suffers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provoked  in  haste ; 

She  lets  the  present  injury  die. 

And  soon  forgets  the  past. 

3  Love,  by  another's  good  required. 

Lays  gain  and  ease  aside  ; 
So,  by  his  fervent  love  inspired. 
For  us  our  Master  died. 

4  Love  is  the  grace  which  keeps  her  power 

In  all  the  realms  above  : 
There,  hope  and  faith  are  known  no  more, 
But  saints  forever  love. 

4S0  C.  M.  Drennan. 

The  Law  of  Love. 

1  All  Nature  feels  attractive  power, 

A  strong  embracing  force  ; 
The  drops  that  sparkle  in  the  shower, 
The  planets  in  their  course. 

2  Thus,  in  the  universe  of  mind. 

Is  felt  the  law  of  love ; 
The  charity,  both  strong  and  kind, 
For  all  that  live  and  move. 

3  More  perfect  bond  —  the  Christian  plan  — 

Attaches  soul  to  soul ; 
Our  neighbor  is  the  suffering  man. 
Though  at  the  farthest  pole. 

4  To  earth  below,  from  heaven  above, 

The  faith  in  Christ  professed. 
More  clear  reveals  that  God  is  love, 
And  whom  He  loves  is  blessed. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  421,  422 

421  C.  M.  Scotch  Par. 

Importance  of  Charity. 

1  Though  every  grace  my  speech  adorned 

That  flows  from  every  tongue ; 
Though  I  could  rise  to  loftier  strains 
Than  ever  angels  sung  : 

2  Though  vi^ith  prophetic  lore  inspired, 

I  made  all  mysteries  plain; 
Yet  were  I  void  of  Christian  love. 
These  gifts  were  all  in  vain. 

3  Though  I  dispense,  with  liberal  hand. 

My  goods  to  feed  the  poor ; 
Or,  firm  to  conscience  and  to  truth, 
A  martyr's  fate  endure : 

4  Nay,  though  my  faith,  with  boundless  power, 

E'en  mountains  could  remove  ; 
'T  were  all  in  vain,  should  I  be  found 
A  stranger  still  to  love. 

433  C.  M.  Dr.  Gregory. 

Mutual  Love. 

1  Sweet  is  the  love  that  mutual  glows 

Within  each  brother's  breast, 
And  binds  in  gentlest  bonds  each  heart, 
All  blessing,  and  all  blessed. 

2  Sweet,  as  the  odorous  balsam  poured 

On  Aaron's  sacred  head. 
Which  o'er  his  beard,  and  down  his  vest, 
A  breathing  fragrance  shed  : 


423  THE  CHRISTIAN  HEART, 

3  Like  mornincr  dews,  on  Zion's  mount. 

That  spread  their  silver  rays  ; 
And  deck  with  gems  the  verdant  pomp 
Which  Hermon's  top  displays. 

4  To  such,  the  Lord  of  life  and  grace, 

His  blessing  shall  extend; 
On  earth  a  life  of  joy  and  love, 
And  peace  that  ne'er  shall  end. 

4^3  C.   M.  Montgomery. 

Fellowship  of  all  Saints, 

1  The  glorious  universe  around, 

The  heavens  with  all  their  train, 
Sun,  moon  and  stars,  are  firmly  bound 
In  one  mysterious  chain. 

2  The  earth,  the  ocean,  and  the  sky 

To  form  one  world  agrree ; 
Where  all  that  walk,  or  swim,  or  fly. 
Compose  one  family. 

3  In  one  fraternal  bond  of  love. 

One  fellowship  of  mind. 
The  saints  below,  and  saints  above, 
Their  bliss  and  glory  find. 

4  Here,  in  their  house  of  pilgrimage 

Thy  statutes  are  their  song ; 
There,  through  one  bright,  eternal  age. 
Thy  praises  they  prolong. 

5  Lord,  may  our  union  form  a  part 

Of  that  thrice  happy  whole; 
Derive  its  pulse  from  thee,  the  heart. 
Its  life  from  thee,  the  soul. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  424,  425 

494  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

For  Brotherly  Love. 

1  God  of  love,  we  look  to  thee. 
Let  us  in  thy  Son  agree ; 
Show  to  us  the  Prince  of  Peace, 
Bid  our  jars  forever  cease. 

2  By  thy  reconciling  love, 
Every  stumbling  block  remove ; 
Each  to  each  unite,  endear ; 
Come,  and  spread  thy  banner  here. 

3  Many  are  we  now  and  one, 
We  who  Jesus  have  put  on  ; 
There  is  neither  bond  nor  free. 
Neither  great  nor  small  in  thee. 

4  Free  from  envy  and  from  pride, 
Let  us  thus  in  God  abide ; 

All  the  depths  of  love  express. 
All  the  heights  of  holiness. 

435  L.  M.  Barbauld. 

Christian  Friendship. 

1  How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 

In  union  sweet  accordincr  minds ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they  run. 
Whose  hearts,  and  faith,  and  hopes  are  one ! 

2  To  each  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  ! 

What  fervent  love,  what  tender  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  generous  flame  within 

Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from  sin ! 
19 


426 


THE    CHRISTIAN  HEART, 


3  Their  streaming  eyes  together  flow 

For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Together  shall  they  seek  the  place 

Where  God  reveals  his  glorious  face  : 
And  learn  the  joys  of  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  bliss,  —  because  of  love. 

426  C.  M.  Barbauld. 

Christian  Sympathy. 

1  Behold  !  where,  breathing  love  divine, 

Our  dying  Master  stands  ; 
His  weeping  followers  gathering  round, 
Receive  his  last  commands. 

2  From  that  mild  Teacher's  parting  lips 

What  tender  accents  fell ! 
The  gentle  precept  which  he  gave 
Became  its  author  well. 

3  Blessed  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain ; 

4  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous  warmth 

A  stranger's  wo  to  feel. 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

5  Peace  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

My  peace  to  him  I  give  ; 
And  when  he  kneels  before  the  throne. 
His  trembling  soul  shall  live. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  427,  428 

427  S.  M.  Watts. 

"  How  Pleasant  to  Dwell  Together  in  Unity.'' 

1  Blest  are  the  sons  of  peace, 
Whose  hearts  and  hopes  are  one ; 

Whose  kind  designs  to  serve  and  please, 
Through  all  their  actions  run. 

2  Blest  is  the  pious  house. 
Where  zeal  and  friendship  meet ; 

Their  songs  of  praise,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  sweet : 

3  When  streams  from  Christ,  the  spring, 
Descend  to  every  soul  ; 

And  heavenly  peace,  with  balmy  wing, 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole. 

4  Thus  on  the  heavenly  hills. 
The  saints  are  blest  above ; 

Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  distils. 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

428  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

The  Good  Samaritan. 

1  Father  of  mercies,  send  thy  grace 

All-powerful  from  above. 
To  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  O,  may  our  sympathizing  breasts 

The  generous  pleasure  know, 
Kindly  to  share  in  others'  joy. 
And  weep  for  others'  woe. 


429,  430  THE  CHRISTIAN  HEART, 

3  Where'er  the  helpless  sons  of  grief 
In  low  distress  are  laid, 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid.  •* 

439  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

Christian   Sympathy. 

1  Far  from  thy  servants,  God  of  grace ! 

The  unfeeling  heart  remove ; 
And  form  in  our  obedient  souls 
The  image  of  thy  love. 

2  Where'er  the  helpless  sons  of  grief 

In  low  distress  are  laid. 
Soft  be  our  hearts  their  pains  to  feel, 
And  swift  our  hands  to  aid. 

3  O  be  the  law  of  love  fulfilled. 

In  every  act  and  thought; 
Each  angry  passion  far  removed. 
Each  selfish  view  forgot ! 

4  Be  thou,  my  heart !  dilated  wide 

With  this  kind,  social  grace  ; 
And,  in  one  grasp  of  fervent  love. 
All  earth  and  heaven  embrace. 

4S0  S.  M.  Enfield. 

Forgiveness. 

1     I  HEAR  the  voice  of  wo ! 

I  hear  a  brother's  sigh ! 
Then  let  my  heart  with  pity  flow. 

With  tears  of  love,  my  eye. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  431 

2  I  hear  the  thirsty  cry  ! 
The  hungry  beg  for  bread ! 

Then  let  my  spring  its  stream  supply, 
My  hand  its  bounty  shed. 

3  The  debtor  humbly  sues, 
Who  would,  but  cannot  pay ; 

And  shall  I  lenity  refuse, 
Who  need  it  every  day  1 

4  And  shall  not  wrath  relent, 
Touched  by  that  humble  strain, 

My  brother  crying,  "I  repent, 
Nor  will  offend  again  ? " 

5  How  else,  on  soaring  wing. 
Can  hope  bear  high  my  prayer, 

Up  to  thy  throne,  my  God,  my  King, 
To  plead  for  pardon  there  ? 

431  S.  M.  Beddome. 

Christian  Unity. 

1  Let  party  names  no  more 

The  Christian  world  o'erspread; 
Gentile  and  Jew,  and  bond  and  free. 
Are  one  in  Christ  their  Head. 

2  Among  the  saints  on  earth 
Let  mutual  love  be  found; 

Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance. 
With  mutual  blessings  crowned. 

3  Envy  and  strife  be  gone, 
And  only  kindness  known  ; 

Where  all  one  common  Father  have, 
One  common  Master  own. 


432,  433  THE  CHRISTIAN  HEART, 

4     Thus  will  the  church  below 
Resemble  that  above; 
Where  streams  of  pleasure  always  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 

432  C.  M.  Wesleyan. 

For  Sincerity. 

1  We  bow  before  thy  gracious  throne. 

And  think  ourselves  sincere ; 
But  show  us.  Lord,  is  every  one 
Thy  real  worshipper  ? 

2  Give  us  ourselves  and  thee  to  know. 

In  this  our  gracious  day ; 

Repentance  unto  life  bestow, 

And  take  our  sins  away. 

3  Impoverish,  Lord,  and  then  relieve, 

And  then  enrich  the  poor  ; 
The  knowledge  of  our  sickness  give. 
The  knowledore  of  our  cure. 

4  Convince  us  of  our  unbelief. 

And  freely  then  release  ; 
Fill  every  soul  with  sacred  grief. 
And  then  with  sacred  peace. 

433  S.  M.  Wesleyan! 

Meekness. 

I     O  ARM  me  with  the  mind, 
Saviour,  that  was  in  thee  ! 
And  let  my  fervid  zeal  be  joined 
With  perfect  charity. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  434 

2  Control  my  every  thought ; 
My  whole  of  sin  remove  ; 

Let  all  jny  vv^orks  in  thee  be  wrought ; 
Let  all  be  wrought  in  love. 

3  O  may  I  learn  the  art, 
With  meekness  to  reprove ! 

To  hate  the  sin  with  all  my  heart, 
But  still  the  sinner  love. 

434  S.  M.  Scott, 

Christian  Independence. 

1  Imposture  shrinks  from  light. 
And  dreads  the  curious  eye ; 

But  sacred  truths  the  test  invite, 
They  bid  us  search  and  try. 

2  O  may  we  still  maintain 
A  meek,  inquiring  mind  ; 

Assured  we  shall  not  search  in  vain, 
But  hidden  treasures  find. 

3  With  understanding  blest. 
Created  to  be  free, 

Our  faith  on  man  we  dare  not  rest, 
Subject  to  none  but  thee. 

4  The  truth  thou  shalt  impart, 
May  we  with  firmness  own  ; 

Abhorring  each  evasive  art, 
And  fearing  God  alone. 


435,  436  THE  CHRISTIAN  HEART, 

435  L.  M.  WoTTON. 

Spiritual  Independence. , 

1  How  happy  is  he  born,  or  taught, 
Who  serveth  not  another's  will  ; 
Whose  armor  is  his  honest  thought, 
And  simple  truth  his  utmost  skill ! 

2  Who  hath  his  life  from  rumors  freed, 
Whose  conscience  is  his  strong  retreat : 
Whose  state  can  neither  flatterers  feed, 
Nor  ruin  make  oppressors  great. 

3  Who  God  doth  late  and  early  pray 
More  of  his  grace  than  goods  to  lend ; 
And  walks  with  man  from  day  to  day, 
As  with  a  brother  and  a  friend. 

4  This  man  is  freed  from  servile  bands 
Of  hope  to  rise,  or  fear  to  fall ; 
Lord  of  himself,  though  not  of  lands, 
And,  having  nothing,  yet  hath  all. 

436  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Simplicity  of  Heart. 

1  Lord,  that  I  may  learn  of  thee. 
Give  me  true  simplicity; 
Wean  my  soul,  and  keep  it  low, 
Willing  thee  alone  to  know. 

2  Let  me  cast  my  reeds  aside. 

All  that  feeds  my  knowing  pride ; 
Not  to  man,  but  God  submit. 
Lay  my  reasonings  at  thy  feet : 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  437 

3  Of  my  boasted  wisdom  spoiled, 
Docile,  humble  as  a  child ; 
Only  seeing  in  thy  light. 
Only  walking  in  thy  might. 

4  Then  infuse  the  teaching  grace, 
God  of  truth  and  righteousness  ; 
Knowledge,  love  divine,  impart, 
Life  eternal  to  my  heart. 

437  L.  M.      Montgomery,  alt. 

"  He  that  Humhleth  Himself ,  shall  he  Exalted.'' 

1  The  bird  that  soars  on  highest  wing. 
Builds  on  the  ground  her  lowly  nest ; 
And  she  that  doth  most  sweetly  sing. 
Sings  in  the  shade  when  all  things  rest. 

2  Ah  !  she  who  chose  the  better  part, 
In  meekness  sat  at  Jesus'  feet : 
And  thus  her  loving,  lowly  heart. 
Was  made  for  God's  own  temple  meet. 

3  The  saint  that  wears  heaven's  brightest  crown, 
In  deepest  adoration  bends ; 

The  weight  of  glory  bows  him  down 
Then  most,  when  most  his  soul  ascends. 

4  The  hearts  that  learn  God's  perfect  love. 
Themselves  in  self-abasement  see  ; 
And  lowliest,  at  thy  throne  above. 

Are  ever  nearest,  Lord,  to  thee. 


438,  439  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

438  7s.  M.  Madan's  Coll. 

Prayer  for  Humility. 

1  Lord,  if  thou  thy  grace  impart, 
Poor  in  spirit,  meek  in  heart. 
We  shall,  as  our  Master,  be 
Rooted  in  humility. 

2  Simple,  teachable,  and  mild, 
Like  unto  a  little  child  ; 

Pleased  with  all  the  Lord  provides : 
Weaned  from  all  the  world  besides. 

3  Father,  fix  our  souls  on  thee ; 
Every  evil  let  us  flee ; 
Nothing  want,  beneath,  above, 
Happy  in  thy  precious  love. 

4  Oh,  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Every  good  in  Jesus  joined  ! 
Him  let  every  soul  adore. 
Trust  him,  praise  him,  evermore. 

439  C.  M.  Steele. 

Contentment. 

1  Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 

Thy  sovereign  will  denies. 
Accepted  at  thy  throne,  let  this, 
My  humble  prayer  arise : 

2  Give  me  a  calm  and  thankful  heart. 

From  every  murmur  free  ; 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee  : 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  440,  441 

3  Let  the  sweet  hope  that  thou  art  mine 
My  life  and  death  attend, 
Thy  presence  through  my  journey  shine. 
And  bless  my  journey's  end. 

440  S.  M.  Ch.  Psalmist. 

Doing  All  to  God's  Glory. 

1  Teach  me,  my  God  and  King, 
In  all  things  thee  to  see  ; 

And  what  I  do  in  anything. 
To  do  it  as  for  thee ! 

2  To  scorn  the  senses'  sway. 
While  still  to  thee  I  tend ; 

In  all  I  do  be  thou  the  way ; 
In  all  be  thou  the  end. 

3  All  may  of  thee  partake  : 
Nothing  so  small  can  be, 

But  draws,  when  acted  for  thy  sake, 
Greatness  and  worth  from  thee. 

4  If  done  beneath  thy  laws, 
E'en  servile  labors  shine; 

Hallowed  is  toil,  if  this  the  cause, 
The  meanest  work  divine. 

441  8  &  7s.  M.     Miss  Winslow. 

"  Fulfil  the  Work  given  Thee  to  DoJ' 

1  Why  my  soul,  forever  sighing 
For  the  unattained  and  dim  ; 
While  the  fair,  around  thee  lying, 
Oflfers  up  its  constant  hymn  1 


442  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

2  Wouldst  thou  listen  to  its  teaching, 

All  thy  longings  it  would  still ; 
Every  leaf  and  flower  are  preaching, 
Thine  own  sphere  at  first,  to  fill. 

3  Poor  thou  must  be,  if  around  thee 

Thou  no  ray  of  joy  canst  throw; 
If  no  cord  of  love  hath  bound  thee 
To  thy  race,  for  weal  or  wo. 

4  Not  by  deeds  that  win  applauses, 

Not  by  works  of  wide  renown. 
Not  by  martyrdom  or  crosses. 

Canst  thou  win  th'  immortal  crown. 

5  Daily  striving,  though  so  lonely. 

Every  day  reward  will  give ; 
Thou  wilt  find,  in  striving,  only, 
And  in  loving,  thou  canst  live. 

6  Nature  answers  to  the  spirit ; 

Sweetly  to  the  pure  she  sings ; 
All  the  grace  she  doth  inherit, 

Round  the  trusting  child  she  flings. 

442  L.  M.  Keble. 

Contentment  in  Lowly  Duty. 

1  If  on  our  daily  course,  our  mind 
Be  set,  to  hallow  all  we  find, 

New  treasures  still,  of  countless  price, 
God  will  provide  for  sacrifice. 

2  The  trivial  round,  the  common  task, 
Would  furnish  all  we  ought  to  ask  ; 
Room  to  deny  ourselves,  a  road 

To  bring  us  daily  nearer  God. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  443 

3  Old  friends,  old  scenes,  will  lovelier  be, 
As  more  of  heaven  in  each  we  see  ; 
Some  softening  gleam  of  love  and  prayer, 
Shall  dawn  on  every  cross  and  care. 

4  Seek  we  no  more ;  content  with  these. 
Let  present  rapture,  comfort,  ease, 

As  Heaven  shall  bid  them,  come  and  go; 
The  secret  this  of  rest  below. 

443  C.  M.  Wesley. 

Watchfulness. 

1  I  WANT  a  principle  within, 

A  jealous,  godly  fear  ; 
A  sensibility  to  sin ; 
A  pain  to  find  it  near. 

2  I  want  the  first  approach  to  feel 

Of  pride,  or  wrong  desire; 
To  catch  the  wandering  of  my  will, 
And  quench  the  kindling  fire. 

3  From  thee  that  I  no  more  may  part, 

No  more  thy  goodness  grieve. 
The  filial  awe,  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  tender  conscience  give. 

4  Quick  as  the  apple  of  an  eye, 

O  God,  my  conscience  make ! 
Awake  my  soul,  when  sin  is  nigh. 
And  keep  it  still  awake. 


444,  445  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART,  I 

444  S.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Watching  and  Prayer. 

1  A  CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
A  God  to  glorify  : 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 

And  fit  it  for  the  sky  ; 

To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil : 
O  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 

To  do  my  Master's  will. 

2  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 
As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 

And  O !  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare 

The  strict  account  to  give  : 

Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely  : 
Assured  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forsaken  die. 

44^  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Activity  and  Watchfulness. 

1  Ye  servants  of  the  Lord  ! 
Each  in  your  office  wait. 

Observant  of  his  heavenly  word, 
And  watchful  at  his  gate. 

2  Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 
And  trim  the  golden  flame  : 

Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight ; 
For  awful  is  his  name. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  446 

3  Watch  !  't  is  your  Lord's  command ; 
And  while  we  speak,  he  's  near  : 

Mark  the  first  signal  of  his  hand, 
And  ready  all  appear. 

4  O  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see, 
And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

446  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

For  Steadfastness  in  Obedience. 

1  PfiRPETUAJi  Source  of  light  and  grace  ! 

We  hail  thy  sacred  name; 
Through  every  year's  revolving  round. 
Thy  goodness  is  the  same. 

2  On  us,  unworthy  as  we  are, 

Its  blessings  still  it  pours ; 
Sure  as  the  heaven's  established  course, 
And  plenteous  as  the  showers. 

3  Our  former  follies.  Lord !  we  mourn, 

And  now  thy  grace  implore 

To  guide  our  often  erring  steps, 

That  we  may  stray  no  more. 

4  So,  by  thy  power,  the  morning  sun 

Pursues  his  radiant  way, 
Brightens  each  moment  in  his  race, 
And  shines  to  perfect  day. 


447,  448  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

447  L.  M.  Beddome. 

Inconstancy  Lamented. 

1  The  wandering  star  and  fleeting  wind 
Are  emblems  of  the  fickle  mind; 
The  morning  cloud  and  early  dew 
Bring  our  inconstancy  to  view. 

2  But  cloud  and  wind,  and  dew  and  star, 
Only  a  faint  resemblance  bear; 

Nor  can  there  aught  in  nature  be 
So  changeable  and  frail  as  we. 

3  Our  outward  walk  and  inward  frame, 
Are  scarcely  through  an  hour  the  same ; 
We  vow,  and  straight  our  vows  forget, 
And  then  those  very  vows  repeat. 

4  With  contrite  hearts.  Lord,  we  confess 
Our  folly  and  unsteadfastness ; 

When  shall  these  hearts  more  stable  be, 
Fixed  by  thy  grace  alone  on  thee  I 

448  C.  M.  Cowper. 

Frailty  of  Man. 

1  Weak  and  irresolute  is  man  : 

The  purpose  of  to-day. 
Woven  with  pains  into  his  plan. 
To-morrow  rends  away. 

2  Some  foe  to  his  upright  intent 

Finds  out  his  weaker  part; 
Virtue  engages  his  assent, 
But  pleasure  wins  his  heart. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  449 

3  Bound  on  a  voyage  of  fearful  length, 

Through  dangers  little  known, 
A  stranger  to  superior  strength, 
Man  vainly  trusts  his  own. 

4  But  oars  alone  can  ne'er  prevail 

To  reach  the  distant  coast ; 
The  breath  of  heaven  must  swell  the  sail, 
Or  all  the  toil  is  lost. 

449  C.  M.  Newton. 

True  and  false  Zeal. 

1  Zeal  is  that  pure  and  heavenly  flame 

The  fire  of  love  supplies  ; 
While  that  which  often  bears  the  name, 
Is  self,  in  a  disguise. 

2  True  zeal  is  merciful  and  mild. 

Can  pity  and  forbear  ; 
The  false,  is  head-strong,  fierce,  and  wild, 
And  breathes  revenge  and  war. 

3  While  zeal  for  truth  the  Christian  warms. 

He  knows  the  worth  of  peace ; 
But  self  contends  for  names  and  forms, 
Its  party  to  increase. 

4  Self  may  its  poor  reward  obtain. 

And  be  applauded  here ; 
But  zeal  the  best  applause  will  gain. 
When  Jesus  shall  appear. 

5  O  God,  the  idol  self,  dethrone, 

And  from  our  hearts  remove ; 
And  let  no  zeal  by  us  be  shown, 
But  that  which  springs  from  love. 

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450,  451  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

450  L.  M.  CowpER. 

Returning  Peace. 

1  When  darkness  long  has  veiled  my  mind, 
And  smiling  day  once  more  appears, 
Then,  O  my  Father,  then  I  find 

The  folly  of  my  doubts  and  fears. 

2  Ah !  let  me  then  again  be  taught 
What  I  am  still  so  slow  to  learn. 
That  God  is  love,  and  changes  not, 
Nor  knows  the  shadow  of  a  turn. 

3  Sweet  truth,  and  easy  to  repeat ! 
But  when  my  faith  is  sharply  tried, 
I  find  myself  a  learner  yet, 
Unskillful,  weak,  and  apt  to  slide. 

4  But,  O  my  God !  one  look  from  thee 
Subdues  the  disobedient  will, 
Drives  doubt  and  discontent  away. 
And  thy  rebellious  child  is  still. 

451  C.  M.  J.  Newton, 

Christian  Perseverance. 

1  Rejoice,  believer,  in  the  Lord, 

Who  makes  your  cause  his  own ; 
The  hope  that 's  built  upon  his  word, 
Can  ne'er  be  overthrown. 

2  Though  many  foes  beset  your  road, 

And  feeble  is  your  arm, 
Your  life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  harm. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  452,  453 

3  Weak  as  you  are,  you  shall  not  faint, 

Or,  fainting,  shall  not  die  ; 
For  God,  the  strength  of  every  saint, 
Will  aid  you  from  on  high. 

4  Though  sometimes  unperceived  by  sense. 

Faith  sees  him  always  near, 
A  Guide,  a  Glory,  a  Defence  ; 
Then  what  have  you  to  fear? 

453  C.  M.  Barton. 

Walk  in  the  Light. 

1  Walk  in  the  liefht !  so  shalt  thou  know 

That  fellowship  of  love, 
His  Spirit  only  can  bestow 
Who  reigns  in  light  above. 

2  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  find 

Thy  heart  made  truly  His, 
Who  dwells  in  cloudless  light  enshrined  ; 
In  whom  no  darkness  is. 

3  Walk  in  the  light !  and  thou  shalt  see 

Thy  path  forever  bright ; 
For  God,  by  grace,  shall  dwell  in  thee  : 
And  God  himself  is  light ! 

453  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Faith  in  the  Invisible  God. 

1  Eternal  and  immortal  King  ! 
Thy  peerless  splendors  none  can  bear ; 
But  darkness  veils  seraphic  eyes. 
When  God  with  all  his  glory  's  there. 


454  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

2  Yet  faith  can  pierce  the  awful  gloom ; 
The  great  Invisible  can  see ; 

And  with  its  tremblings  mingle  joy, 
In  fixed  regards,  great  God  !    on  thee. 

3  Then  every  tempting  form  of  sin, 
Shamed  in  thy  presence,  disappears ; 
And  all  the  glowing,  raptured  soul. 
The  likeness  it  contemplates,  wears. 

4  O  ever  conscious  to  my  heart ! 
Witness  to  its  supreme  desire  : 
Behold  it  presseth  on  to  thee, 

For  it  hath  caught  the  heavenly  fire. 

5  This  one  petition  would  it  urge  — 
To  bear  thee  ever  in  its  sight ; 

In  life,  in  death,  in  worlds  unknown. 
Its  only  portion  and  delight. 

454  L.  M.  Keble,  alt. 

He  that  spared  not  His  oion  Son,  shall  He  not  icith 
him  freely  give  us  all  things  ? 

1  My  fainting  soul !   arise  and  sing ; 
Rise,  but  be  humble  on  thy  wing  ; 
Mount  up,  for  Heaven  is  won  by  prayer  — 
Be  humble,  for  thou  art  not  there. 

2  The  struggling  spark  of  good  within, 
Just  smothered  in  the  strife  of  sin, 
Thus  quicken  to  a  timely  glow. 

The  pure  flame  spreading  high  and  low. 

3  The  day  of  love  shall'dawn  at  last. 
The  days  of  hope  and  prayer  be  past  ; 
Doubt  not  the  gracious  will  of  Heaven  ; 
Who  gave  His  Son,  sure  all  has  given. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  455,  456 

4:55  C.  M.  Episcopal  Coll. 

"  The  Just  shall  live  hy  Faith.'^ 

1  Faith  is  the  Christian's  evidence 

Of  things  unseen  by  mortal  eye  ; 
It  passes  all  the  bounds  of  sense, 
And  penetrates  the  inmost  sky. 

2  With  strong  persuasion  from  afar, 

The  heavenly  region  it  surveys, 
Embraces  all  the  blessings  there, 
And  here  enjoys  the  promises. 

3  Though  in  this  world  of  change  and  fear, 

No  cloud  upon  its  hope  can  be, 
It  sweetly  brings  the  spirit  near, 
The  changeless  love  of  God  to  see. 

4:36  S.  M.      Ch.  Watchman,  alt. 

"  Faith  is  the  Substance  of  things  hoped  for.'' 

1  The  Faith  that  works  by  love. 
And  purifies  the  heart, 

A  foretaste  of  the  joys  above. 
To  mortals  can  impart. 

2  It  is  the  Christian's  stay 
Whereon  his  sorrows  lean  ; 

His  living  hope  through  all  his  way. 
His  proof  of  things  unseen. 

3  It  is  the  polar  star 

To  guide  where'er  he  roam, 
And  leads  his  wanderings  from  afar. 
To  his  eternal  home. 


457  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

4  It  is  the  rainbow's  form 
Hung  on  the  brow  of  heaven  ; 

The  glory  of  the  passing  storm, 
The  pledge  of  mercy  given. 

5  The  anchor  of  the  soul 
Within  the  veil  to  be ; 

Though  tempests  rage  and  billows  roll, 
'*  There  shall  be  no  more  sea." 

457  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Way  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 

1  My  God  !  the  steps  of  pious  men 

Are  ordered  by  thy  will ; 
Though  they  should  fall,  they  rise  again. 
Thy  hand  supports  them  still. 

2  The  heavenly  heritage  is  theirs. 

Their  portion  and  their  home  ; 
God  keeps  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  blessings  long  to  come. 

3  The  haughty  sinner  have  I  seen. 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God  ; 
Like  princely  laurel,  fair  and  green, 
Spreading  its  arms  abroad  : 

4  And  lo  !   he  vanished  from  the  ground, 

Destroyed  by  hands  unseen  ; 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,  nor  leaf  was  found. 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

5  But  mark  the  man  of  righteousness, 

His  several  steps  attend  ; 
True  pleasure  runs  through  all  his  ways. 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  458,  459 

458  C.  M. 

The  full  Assurance  of  Faith. 

1  There  is  a  flower,  a  holy  one, 

That  blossoms  on  my  path ; 

No  need  of  dew,  or  daily  sun, 

Or  falling  showers,  it  hath. 

2  It  blooms  as  brightly  in  the  storm. 

As  in  the  cloudless  sky. 
And  rears  unharmed  its  humble  form, 
When  others  fade  and  die. 

3  That  plant  is  Faith  :  its  holy  leaves 

Reviving  odor  shed, 
Where  pain  is  felt,  or  sorrow  grieves 
O'er  sweetest  comforts  fled. 

4  God  is  its  sun  —  his  living  light 

In  happy  hours  he  lends. 
And  silently,  in  sorrow's  night. 
His  heavenly  dew  descends. 

459  L.  M.  Barbauld. 

The  Christian  Warfare. 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  lift  up  thine  eyes; 
See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host; 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost. 

2  Thou  tread'st  upon  enchanted  ground  ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part, 

But  most,  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 


460,  461  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

3  Come,  then,  my  soul !  now  learn  to  wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield  ; 
Put  on  the  armor,  from  above. 
Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love. 

460  L.  M.  Drummond. 

Faith  without  Works  is  dead. 

1  As  body,  when  the  soul  has  fled, 
As  barren  trees,  decayed  and  dead. 
Is  faith ;  a  hopeless,  lifeless  thing. 
If  not  of  righteous  deeds  the  spring. 

2  One  cup  of  healing  oil  and  wine. 
One  tear-drop  shed  on  mercy's  shrine. 
Is  thrice  more  grateful.  Lord,  to  thee, 
Than  lifted  eye  or  bended  knee. 

3  In  true  and  genuine  faith,  we  trace 
The  source  of  every  Christian  grace ; 
Within  the  pious  heart  it  plays, 

A  living  fount  of  joy  and  praise. 

4  Kind  deeds  of  peace  and  love,  betray 
Where'er  the  stream  has  found  its  way ; 
But  where  these  spring  not  rich  and  fair, 
The  stream  has  never  wandered  there. 

461  C.  M.  Wreford. 

JFor  Increase  of  Faith. 

1  Lord,  I  believe  ;  thy  power  I  own, 
Thy  word  I  would  obey ; 
I  wander  comfortless  and  lone. 
When  from  thy  truth  I  stray. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  462 

2  Lord,  I  believe  ;  but  gloomy  fears 

Sometimes  bedim  my  sight ; 
I  look  to  thee  with  prayers  and  tears, 
And  cry  for  strength  and  light. 

3  Lord,  I  believe  ;  but  thou  dost  know^ 

My  faith  is  cold  and  weak  ; 
Pity  my  frailty,  and  bestow 
The  confidence  I  seek. 

4  Yes,  I  believe ;  and  only  thou 

Canst  give  my  soul  relief; 
Lord,  to  thy  truth  my  spirit  bow ; 
Help  thou  my  unbelief! 

46S  L.  M.  6  1. 

"  Rejoicing  in  Hope." 

1  There  is  a  star  whose  gentle  ray, 
Forever  shines  serenely  bright, 
And  beams  upon  the  Christian's  way 
To  bless  him  with  its  holy  light. 
From  the  eternal  throne  it  gleams. 
And  sheds  on  man  its  radiant  beams. 

2  When  on  life's  stormy  seas  we  ride. 
When  all  is  dark,  and  all  is  drear. 
When  fearful  swells  the  foaminor  tide. 
Oh  then  its  blessed  rays  appear, 
And  gently  pour  the  light  of  love. 
To  lift  the  tearful  eye  above. 

3  'T  is  Christian  Hope  —  that  sweetest  star  ; 
In  every  dark  desponding  fear, 

O  let  its  ray  come  from  afar. 
The  weariness  of  woe  to  cheer. 
Though  winds  arise,  and  billows  roll, 
Hope  is  the  anchor  of  the  soul. 


463,  464  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

463  C.  M.  Barbauld. 
The  Pilgrimage  of  Life. 

1  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod : 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore ; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet. 
His  temples  pierced  before. 

2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'er  flow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
Yet  nought  but  heaven  our  hopes  can  raise, 
And  nought  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  We  purge  our  mortal  dross  away, 

Refining  as  we  run  ; 
And  while  we  die  to  earth  and  sense, 
Our  heaven  is  here  begun. 

464  7s.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

The  Accepted  Offering. 

1  Father  of  our  feeble  race  ! 
Wise,  beneficent,  and  kind. 
Spread  o'er  nature's  ample  face, 
Flows  thy  goodness  unconfined. 

2  Musing  in  the  silent  grove. 
Or  the  busy  walks  of  men. 

Still  we  trace  thy  wondrous  love. 
Claiming  large  returns  again, 

3  Lord  !  what  offering  shall  we  bring. 
To  thine  altars  when  we  bow? 
Hearts,  the  pure,  unsullied  spring, 
Whence  the  kind  affections  flow  : 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  465,  466 

4  Willing  hands,  to  lead  the  blind. 
Bind  the  wounded,  feed  the  poor ; 
Love,  embracing  all  our  kind, 
Charity,  with  liberal  store. 

5  Teach  us,  O  thou  heavenly  King, 
Thus  to  show  our  grateful  mind. 
Thus  the  accepted  offering  bring, 
Love  to  thee  and  all  mankind. 

465  L.  M.  H.  MooRE. 
Devout  Aspirations. 

1  Supreme  and  universal  licrht ! 
Fountain  of  reason  !  judge  of  right ! 
Parent  of  good  !  whose  blessings  flow 
On  all  above,  and  all  below  : 

2  Assist  us,  Lord  !  to  act,  to  be. 
What  nature  and  thv  laws  decree  : 
Worthy  that  intellectual  flame. 
Which  from  thy  breathing  spirit  came. 

3  May  our  expanded  souls  disclaim 
The  narrow  view,  the  selfish  aim ; 
But  with  a  Christian  zeal  embrace, 
Whate'er  is  friendly  to  our  race. 

4  O  Father  !  grace  and  virtue  grant; 
No  more  we  wish,  no  more  we  want : 
To  know,  to  serve  thee,  and  to  love, 
Is  peace  below,  is  bliss  above. 

466  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

Humble  Supplication. 

1  Father  of  all  our  mercies  —  thou 
In  whom  we  move  and  live. 
Hear  us  in  heaven,  thy  dwelling,  now, 
And  answer,  and  forgive. 


467  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

2  When  harassed  by  ten  thousand  foes, 

Our  helplessness  we  feel, 

O  give  the  weary  soul  repose, 

The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  When  dire  temptations  gather  round, 

And  threaten  or  allure, 
By  storm  or  calm,  in  thee  be  found 
A  refuge  strong  and  sure. 

4  When  earthly  joys  and  cares  depart. 

Desire  and  envy  cease. 
Be  thou  the  portion  of  our  heart, 
In  thee  may  we  have  peace. 

467  L.  M.  Exeter  Coll. 

Prayer  for  God's  constant  Aid. 

1  Great  God !  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
On  whom  I  cast  my  constant  care. 

On  whom  for  all  things  I  depend ! 
To  thee  I  raise  my  humble  prayer. 

2  Endue  me  with  a  holy  fear  ; 
The  frailty  of  my  heart  reveal ; 
Sin  and  its  snares  are  always  near. 
Thee  may  I  always  nearer  feel. 

3  O  that  to  thee  my  constant  mind 
May  with  a  steady  flame  aspire ; 
Pride  in  its  earliest  motions  find. 
And  check  the  rise  of  wrong  desire! 

4  O  that  my  watchful  soul  may  fly 
The  first  perceived  approach  of  sin  ; 
Look  up  to  thee  when  danger  's  nigh. 
And  feel  thy  love  control  within. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  468,  469 

468  S.  M.  Patrick. 
Holy  Desires. 

1  God,  who  is  just  and  kind, 
Will  those  who  err  instruct, 

And  in  the  paths  of  righteousness 
Their  wandering  steps  conduct. 

2  The  humble  soul  he  guides; 
Teaches  the  meek  his  way  ; 

Kindness  and  truth  he  shows  to  all 
Who  him  in  truth  obey. 

3  Give  me  the  tender  heart 
That  mino-les  fear  with  love; 

And  lead  me  through  whatever  path 
Thy  wisdom  shalt  approve. 

4  O  ever  keep  my  soul 

From  error,  shame,  and  guilt ! 
Nor  suffer  the  fair  hope  to  fail, 
Which  on  thy  truth  is  built. 

469  L.  M.  Christian  Ps. 

For  Continual  Help. 

1  Be  with  me.  Lord,  where'er  I  go; 
Teach  me  what  thou  woulds't  have  me  do ; 
Suggest  whate'er  I  think  or  say; 

Direct  me  in  thy  narrow  way. 

2  Prevent  me,  lest  I  harbor  pride, 
Lest  I  in  mine  own  strength  confide ; 
Show  me  my  weakness,,  let  me  see, 

I  have  my  power,  my  all  from  thee. 

3  Enrich  me  alway  with  thy  love; 
My  kind  protection  ever  prove ; 
Thy  signet  put  upon  my  breast. 
And  let  thy  Spirit  on  me  rest. 


470,  471  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

4  O  may  I  never  do  my  will, 
But  thine  and  only  thine  fulfil. 
Let  all  my  time,  and  all  my  ways, 
Be  spent  and  ended  to  thy  praise. 

470  C.  M.  Wesleyan. 

For  the  Help  of  God. 

1  Far  from  the  paths  of  men,  to  Thee 

I  sacredly  retire  ; 
O  Thou,  who  dost  in  secret  see. 
Now  grant  my  heart's  desire. 

2  Thy  grace  I  languish  to  receive, 

Thy  gift  of  love  and  power  ; 
Blameless  before  thy  face  to  live, 
To  live  and  sin  no  more. 

3  Fain  would  I  all  thy  goodness  feel, 

And  know  my  sins  forgiven  ! 
And  do  on  earth  thy  perfect  will, 
As  angels  do  in  heaven. 

4  Kindle  the  flame  of  love  within. 

Which  may  to  heaven  ascend  ; 
And  now  the  work  of  grace  begin, 
Which  shall  in  glory  end. 

471  7s.  M.  Wesleyan. 

Make  our  Hearts  thy  Temple. 

1  Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire  ! 
Love  divine,  thyself  impart : 
Every  fainting  soul  inspire ; 
Enter  every  drooping  heart : 
Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 
Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom ; 
Father,  in  thy  grace  appear. 
To  thy  human  temples  come. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  472,  473 

2  Come  in  this  accepted  hour, 
Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 
Rootinor  out  the  seeds  of  sin  : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require, 
We  will  covet  nothing  less  : 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 
All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace. 

473  8,  7  &  4s.  M.  Robinson. 

God  the  Pilgrim's  Guide. 

1  Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  : 

Bread  of  heaven. 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open,  Lord,  the  crystal  fountain. 
Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow  ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar. 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

473  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

''  He  that  hath  the  Son  hath  Life." 

1  O  HAPPY  Christian,  who  can  trust  — 

"The  Son  of  God  is  mine!" 
Happy,  though  humbled  in  the  dust  ; 
Rich  in  this  gift  divine. 

2  He  lives  the  life  of  heaven  below. 

And  shall  forever  live  ; 
Eternal  streams  from  Christ  shall  flow, 
And  endless  vigor  give. 


474  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

8  That  life  we  ask  with  bended  knee, 
Nor  will  the  Lord  deny ; 
Nor  will  celestial  mercy  see 
Its  humble  suppliants  die. 

4  That  life  obtained,  for  praise  alone 
We  wish  continued  breath ; 
And,  taught  by  blest  experience,  own 
That  praise  can  live  in  death. 

474  C.  M.  Doddridge. 

TVaIki}ig  with  God. 

1  Thrice  happy  souls,  who,  born  of  heaven, 
While  yet  they  sojourn  here. 
Do  all  their  days  with  God  begin, 
And  spend  them  in  his  fear. 

2  Midst  hourly  cares,  may  love  present 

Its  incense  to  thy  throne  ; 
And  while  the  world  its  hands  employs, 
Our  hearts  be  thine  alone. 

3  As  sanctified  to  noblest  ends. 

Be  each  refreshment  sought ; 
And  by  each  various  providence 
Some  wise  instruction  broucrht. 

4  When  to  laborious  duties  called, 

Or  by  temptations  tried, 
We'll  seek  the  shelter  of  thy  wings. 
And  in  thy  strength  confide. 

5  In  solid,  pure  delights  like  these, 

Let  all  our  days  be  past ; 
Nor  shall  we  then  impatient,  wish, 
Nor  shall  we  fear  the  last. 


AND  CHRISTIAN  GRACES.  475,  476 

475  L.  M.  Wesley's  Coll. 
Christian  Wisdom. 

1  Happy  the  man,  who  finds  the  grace, 
The  blessing  of  God's  chosen  race, 
The  wisdom  coming  from  above. 
The  faith  that  sweetly  works  by  love. 

2  Wisdom  divine !  who  tells  the  price 
Of  Wisdom's  costly  merchandise? 
Wisdom  to  silver  we  prefer, 

And  gold  is  dross,  compared  to  her. 

3  Her  hands  are  filled  with  length  of  days. 
True  riches,  and  immortal  praise; 
Riches  of  Christ,  on  all  bestowed. 

And  honor  that  descends  from  God. 

4  Happy  the  man  who  Wisdom  gains: 
Thrice  happy,  who  his  guest  retains  ; 
He  owns,  and  shall  forever  own 
Wisdom,  and  Christ,  and  Heaven  are  one. 

476  S.  M.  Montgomery. 
True  Life  and  Rest, 

1  O  WHERE  shall  rest  be  found, 
Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 

'T  were  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole  : 

2  The  world  can  never  give 
The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 

'T  is  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 
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477  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART, 

3  Here,  in  this  vale  of  tears. 
Begins  the  life  above, 

Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love : 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 
Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  ; 

O  what  appalling  horrors  hang 
Around  the  '*  second  death  !  " 

5  O  God,  we  end  our  quest  ; 
Alone  are  found  in  thee, 

The  life  of  perfect  love,  —  the  rest 
Of  immortality. 

4:77  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

"  There  Remaineth  a  Rest  for  the  People  of  God." 

1  Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest. 

From  vain  pursuits  and  maddening  cares; 
From  lonely  woes  that  wring  thy  breast, 
The  world's  allurements,  toils,  and  snares. 

2  Return  unto  thy  rest,  my  soul. 

From  all  the  wanderings  of  thy  thought; 
From  sickness  unio  death  made  whole ; 
Safe  through  a  thousand  perils  brought. 

3  Then  to  thy  rest,  my  soul,  return, 
From  passions  every  hour  at  strife ; 
Sin's  works,  and  ways,  and  wages  spurn. 
Lay  hold  upon  eternal  life. 

4  God  is  thy  rest ;  with  heart  inclined 
To  keep  his  word,  that  word  believe ; 
Christ  is  thy  rest ;  with  lowly  mind, 
His  light  and  easy  yoke  receive. 


AND    CHRISTIAN    GRACES.  478    479 

478  C.  M. 

The  Inner  World  of  Love. 

1  There  is  a  world  we  have  not  seen. 

That  time  can  ne'er  destroy, 
Where  mortal  footstep  hath  not  been, 
Nor  ear  hath  heard  its  joy. 

2  There  is  a  world,  —  and  O  how  blest ! 

Fairer  than  prophets  told  ; 

And  never  did  an  angel  guest. 

One  half  its  peace  unfold. 

3  Ah,  this  pure  world  is  ever  bright 

With  radiance  all  its  own  ; 
The  streams  of  uncreated  light 
Flow  round  it  from  the  throne. 

4  Look  not  abroad  with  roving  mind. 

To  seek  that  fair  abode ; 
It  comes,  where'er  the  lowly  find 
The  perfect  peace  of  God. 

479  7  &  6s.  M.  CowPER. 

Joy  and  Peace  in  Believing. 

1  Sometimes  a  light  surprises 

The  Christian  while  he  sings; 
It  is  the  Lord,  who  rises 

With  healing  on  his  wings  ; 
When  comforts  are  declining, 

He  grants  the  soul  again 
A  season  of  clear  shining, 

To  cheer  it  after  rain. 

2  In  holy  contemplation. 

We  sweetly  then  pursue 
The  theme  of  God's  salvation, 
And  find  it  ever  new ; 


480  THE    CHRISTIAN    HEART. 

Set  free  from  present  sorrow, 

We  cheerfully  can  say, 
E'en  let  the  unknown  morrow 

Bring  with  it  what  it  may  ! 

3  Though  vine  nor  fig-tree  neither 

Their  wonted  fruit  shall  bear. 
Though  all  the  field  should  wither. 

Nor  flocks  nor  herds  be  there. 
Yet,  God  the  same  abiding, 

His  praise  shall  tune  my  voice; 
For,  while  in  him  confiding, 

I  cannot  but  rejoice. 

480  L.  M.  6 1.  C.  Wesley. 

Rejoicing  in  God.. 

1  Thou  hidden  source  of  calm  repose. 
Thou  all-sufficient  love  divine, 

My  help  and  refuge  from  my  foes, 
Secure  I  am,  if  thou  art  mine! 
And  lo  !  from  sin,  and  grief,  and  shame, 
I  hide  me,  Father,  in  thy  name. 

2  Father,  my  all  in  all  thou  art. 
My  rest  in  toil,  my  ease  in  pain ; 
The  healing  of  my  broken  heart ; 

In  strife,  my  peace;  in  loss,  my  gain; 
My  smile  beneath  the  tyrant's  frown  ; 
In  shame,  my  glory  and  my  crown. 

3  In  want,  my  plentiful  supply  ; 

In  weakness,  my  almighty  power  ; 
In  bonds,  my  perfect  liberty ; 
My  light,  in  evil's  darkest  hour : 
In  grief,  my  joy  unspeakable  ; 
My  life  in  death,  my  all  in  all. 


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481  6  &  4s.  M.  Hemans. 

Funeral  Hymn. 

1  Lowly  and  solemn  be 
Thy  children's  cry  to  thee, 

Father  divine  ! 
A  hymn  of  suppliant  breath, 
Owning  that  life  and  death 

Alike  are  thine. 

2  O  Father,  in  that  hour 

When  earth,  all  succoring  power 

Shall  disavow ; 
When  spear,  and  shield,  and  crown, 
In  faintness  are  cast  down, 

Sustain  us  thou ! 

3  By  him  who  bowed  to  take 
The  death-cup  for  our  sake, 

The  thorn,  the  rod  ; 
From  whom  the  last  dismay 
Was  not  to  pass  away, 

Aid  us,  O  God  ! 

4  Tremblers  beside  the  grave. 
We  call  on  thee  to  save. 

Father  divine ! 
Hear,  hear  our  suppliant  breath ; 
Keep  us  in  life  and  death, 

Thine,  only  thine. 


482,  483  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

48S  7  &  6s.  M. 

The  Death  of  a  Child. 

1  Ah  !  not  for  thee  was  woven 

That  wreath  of  joy  and  woe, 
That  crown  of  thorns  and  flowers, 

Which  all  must  wear  below ; 
We  bend  in  sadness  o'er  thee, 

Yet  feel  that  thou  art  blest. 
Loved  one  !  so  early  summoned, 

To  enter  into  rest. 

•2  E'en  now  thy  bright  young  spirit 

From  earthly  life  is  free ; 
Now  hast  thou  met  that  Saviour, 

Who  smiled  on  such  as  thee  ; 
E'en  now  art  thou  rejoicing. 

Unsullied  as  thou  art, 
In  the  blest  vision  promised 

Unto  the  pure  in  heart. 

3  Thou  Father  of  our  spirits, 

We  can  but  look  to  thee  1 
Though  chastened,  not  forsaken, 

Shall  we  thy  children  be. 
We  take  the  cup  of  sorrow 

As  did  thy  blessed  Son  ; 
Teach  us  to  say  with  Jesus, 

"  Thy  will,  not  ours,  be  done." 

483  S.  M. 

''Goto  thy  Rest  J' 

1     Go  to  thy  rest,  fair  child  ! 

Go  to  thy  dreamless  bed. 
While  yet  so  gentle,  undefiled, 
With  blessings  on  thy  head. 


DEATH HEAVEN.  484 

2  Before  thy  heart  had  learned 
In  waywardness  to  stray  ; 

Before  thy  feet  had  ever  turned 
The  dark  and  downward  way  : 

3  Ere  sin  had  seared  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  woke  the  tear; 

Rise  to  thy  throne  of  changeless  rest, 
In  yon  celestial  sphere. 

4  Because  thy  smile  was  fair, 

Thy  lip  and  eye  so  bright. 
Because  thy  loving  cradle-care 
Was  such  a  fond  delight,  — 

5  Shall  love,  with  weak  embrace. 
Thy  upward  wing  detain  ? 

No !  gentle  angel,  seek  thy  place 
Amid  the  cherub  train. 

484  8  &  7s.  M.  MoiR,  alt. 

At  the  Grave  of  a  Child. 

1  Fare  thee  well,  our  fondly  cherished ; 

Dear,  dear  blossom,  fare  thee  well ; 
He  who  lent  thee,  hath  recalled  thee, 
Back  with  him  and  his  to  dwell. 

2  Like  a  sunbeam,  through  our  dwelling 

Shone  thy  presence,  bright  and  calm ; 
Thou  didst  add  a  zest  to  pleasure ; 
To  our  sorrows  thou  wert  balm. 

3  Yet  while  mourning,  O  our  lost  one  ! 

Come  no  visions  of  despair  ! 
Seated  on  thy  tomb.  Faith's  angel 
Saith,  thou  art  not,  art  not,  there. 


485  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

4  Where  then  art  thou '?  with  the  Saviour, 

Blest,  forever  blest  to  be ; 
Mid  the  sinless,  little  children, 

Who  have  heard  his  "  Come  to  me." 

5  Passed  the  shades  of  Death's  dark  valley, 

Thou  art  leaning  on  his  breast. 
Where  the  wicked  may  not  enter, 
And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

6  Plead  that  in  a  Father's  mercy. 

All  our  sins  may  be  forgiven ; 
Angel !  plead,  that  thou  may'st  greet  us. 
Ransomed,  at  the  gates  of  Heaven. 

485  C.  M.  Peabody. 

The  Good  Mail's  Departure. 

1  Behold  the  western  evening  light ; 

It  melts  in  deepening  gloom  : 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descendincr  to  the  tomb. 

2  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills 

The  crimson  light  is  shed  ! 
'T  is  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

3  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud, 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 
'T  is  like  the  memory  left  behind. 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

4  And  now,  above  the  dews  of  night. 

The  yellow  star  appears  : 
So  faith  springs  in  the  hearts  of  those, 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 


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DEATH HEAVEN.  486,  487 

486  6  &  5s.  M.  Hemans,  alt. 

Funeral  Hymn.     For  a  Child. 

1  Father,  now  receive  him 

To  thy  bosom  mild  ; 
For  with  thee  we  leave  him, 
Blessed,  blessed  child  ! 

2  Though  his  eye  hath  brightened 

Oft  our  weary  way. 
And  his  clear  laugh  lightened 
Half  our  hearts'  dismay. 

3  Now  let  thought  behold  him 

In  his  angel  rest ; 
Where  those  arms  enfold  him 
To  a  Saviour's  breast. 

4  We  yield  but  what  was  given, 

At  thy  holy  call ; 
The  beautiful  to  Heaven, 
Thou  who  givest  all ! 

5  Still  mid  heavy  mourning 

Look  thee  now  to  God  ! 
There,  thy  spirit  turning. 
Kneel  around  the  sod. 

487  7s.  M. 

"  This  Mortal  shall  put  on  Immortality.^^ 

1  See  the  lovely  blooming  flower, 
Fades  and  withers  in  an  hour  1 
See  our  dearest  comfort  fly ; 
See  it  only  bloom  to  die ! 

2  See,  beyond  the  darkling  tomb. 
That  sweet  flower  in  radiant  bloom ! 
Fadeless  in  the  heavenly  air, 

It  will  bloom  forever  there. 


488,  489  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

488  L.  M.  Barbauld. 

The  Righteous  blessed  in  Death. 

1  How  blessed  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! 
When  sinks  a  trusting  soul  to  rest, 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes, 
How  gently  heaves  the  expiring  breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away. 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are  o'er ; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day, 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life  nor  death  destroys ; 
Nothing  disturbs  that  peace  profound, 
Which  his  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears. 
Where  lights  and  shades  alternate  dwell ; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  appears ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 

5  Life's  duty  done,  as  sinks  the  day, 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies ; 
While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 

"  How  blessed  the  righteous  when  he  dies ! " 

489  10s.  M.  Montgomery. 
Death  of  a  Christian  in  his  Prime. 

1  Go  to  the  grave  in  all  thy  glorious  prime. 
In  full  activity  of  zeal  and  power  ; 

A  Christian  cannot  die  before  his  time. 

The  Lord's  appointment  is  the  servant's  hour. 

2  Go  to  the  grave ;   at  noon  from  labor  cease  ; 
Rest  on  thy  sheaves,  thy  harvest  work  is  done ; 
Come  from  the  heat  of  battle,  and  in  peace, 

.   Soldier,  go  home ;   with  thee  the  field  is  won. 


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DEATH HEAVEN.  490 

3  Go  to  the  grave,  for  there  thy  Saviour  lay, 
In  Death's  embraces,  ere  he  rose  on  high ; 
And  all  the  ransomed,  by  that  narrow  way, 
Pass  to  eternal  life  beyond  the  sky. 

4  Go  to  the  grave  :  no,  take  thy  seat  above ; 
Be  thy  pure  spirit  present  with  the  Lord, 
Where  thou  for  faith  and  hope  hast  perfect  love. 
And  open  vision  for  the  written  word. 

490  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Death  of  an  Aged  Servant. 

1  Servant  of  God,  well  done  1 
Rest  from  thy  lov'd  employ  ; 

The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy. 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came, 
He  started  up  to  hear  ; 

A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame ; 
He  fell,  but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amidst  alarms. 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

4  The  pains  of  death  are  past ; 
Labor  and  sorrow  cease ; 

And,  life's  long  service  closed  at  last. 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 
Praise  be  thy  blest  employ  ; 

And  while  eternal  ages  run. 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 


491,  492  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

491  p.  M.  MiLMAN. 

Funeral  Hymn. 

1  Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us, 

And  thy  saintly  soul  is  flown, 
Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye, 

And  sorrow  is  unknown  : 
From  the  burden  of  the  flesh, 

And  from  care  and  fear  released. 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

2  Sin  no  more  can  taint  thy  spirit. 

Nor  can  doubt  thy  faith  assail ; 
Thy  soul  its  welcome  has  received, 

Thy  strength  shall  never  fail : 
And  thou  'rt  sure  to  meet  the  good, 

Whom  on  earth  thou  lovedst  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

3  To  thy  grave  we  sadly  bear  thee. 

There  in  dust  we  place  thy  head; 
We  lay  the  turf  above  thee  now. 

And  seal  thy  narrow  bed : 
But  thy  spirit  soars  away, 

Free,  among  the  faithful  blest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling 

And  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

492  8  &,  7s.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 

Funeral  Hymn. 

1  Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
Gentle  as  the  summer  breeze ; 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 
When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 


DEATH HEAVEN.  493 

2  Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber, 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low ; 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number; 
Here,  no  more  our  songs  shalt  know. 

3  Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us ; 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us  : 
He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 

4  Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  of  life  has  fled, 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee. 
Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

493  P.  M.  Pope. 

The  Dying  Christian. 

1  Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
duit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame ! 
Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark  !  they  whisper,  angels  say, 
"  Sister  spirit,  come  away." 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite. 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight. 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  1 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes  ;  it  disappears  ; 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ;  my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring. 

Lend,  lend  your  wings  !    I  mount,  I  fly  ! 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory  ? 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 


494j  495  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

494  7s.  M.  TOPLADY. 

"  Oh  Death!  where  is  thy  Sting ?^^ 

1  Deathless  soul,  in  joy  arise  ; 
Soar,  thou  native  of  the  skies  : 
Go  to  stand  before  the  throne. 
Made  for  God,  to  God  return. 

2  Burst  thy  shackles,  drop  thy  clay. 
Sweetly  breathe  thyself  away  : 
Singing,  to  thy  crown  remove, 
Swift  of  wing,  and  fired  with  love. 

3  Shudder  not  to  pass  the  stream  ; 
Venture  all  thy  care  on  Elim  : 
Not  one  object  of  his  care 
Ever  suffered  shipwreck  there. 

4  See  the  haven  full  in  view ! 
Love  divine  shall  bear  thee  through  : 
Trust  to  that  propitious  gale. 
Weigh  thy  anchor,  spread  thy  sail. 

495  C.  M.  Hemans.       j 

The  Departed  SpiriVs  Home. 

1  Answer  me,  burning  stars  of  night ! 

Where  is  the  spirit  gone, 
That  past  the  reach  of  human  sight, 
E'en  as  a  breeze,  hath  flown? 

2  O  many  toned  and  chainless  wind ! 

Thou  art  a  wanderer  free ; 
Tell  me  if  thou  its  place  canst  find. 
Far  over  mount  or  sea? 


DEATH HEAVEN.        496,497 

3  Ye  clouds,  that  gorgeously  repose 

Around  the  setting  sun. 
Answer  !  have  ye  a  home  for  those 
Whose  earthly  race  is  run? 

4  Oh  speak,  thou  voice  of  God  within  ! 

Thou  of  the  deep  low  tone  ! 
Answer  me,  through  life's  restless  din, 
Where  is  the  spirit  flown  1 

5  And  the  voice  answers,  "  Be  thou  still ; 

Enough  to  know  is  given : 
Clouds,  winds,  and  stars  their  part  fulfill. 
Thine  is  to  trust  in  Heaven  !  " 

496  C.  M.  S.  F.  Smith. 
The  Departed. 

1  When  spirits  from  their  cumbering  clay 

Ascend  to  heaven's  bright  shore, 
Our  hoping  hearts  in  triumph  say, 
"  Not  lost,  but  gone  before." 

2  The  wheel  lies  broken  at  the  fount. 

The  pitcher  at  the  spring  ; 
But  upward  doth  the  spirit  mount. 
And  notes  of  glory  sing. 

3  Then  calmly  may  our  spirits  bow 

Beneath  affliction's  rod  ; 
Who,  who  would  murmur  that  the  lost 
Are  safe  in  joy  and  God. 

497  C.  M. 

Cahn  on  the  Bosom  of  thy  God. 

1  Calm  on  the  bosom  of  thy  God, 
Bright  spirit,  rest  thee  now  ; 
E'en  while  this  earth  was  thine  abode, 
His  seal  was  on  thy  brow. 


498,  499  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

2  Dust,  to  its  narrow  house  beneath  ; 
Soul,  to  its  home  on  high  ; 
Who  that  hath  seen  thy  look  in  death, 
But  counts  it  gain  to  die? 

498  C.  M.  Watts,  alt. 

Will/  do  tee  Mourn  ? 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  Death's  alarms  ? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
'T  is  but  the  consecrated  way 
To  their  eternal  home. 

499  C.  M. 

Departing  to  God. 

1  Ah  go !  thou  gentle  spirit,  go, 

Back  to  thy  native  skies; 
Go,  where  Siloa's  waters  flow, 
And  Zion's  mountains  rise. 

2  Go,  where  the  summer  ever  glows. 

The  flowers  forever  bloom ; 
Go,  where  the  night  no  shadow  throws, 
Nor  sin  its  darker  gloom. 

3  Go,  where  no  sorrows  wring  the  heart. 

Where  care  cannot  annoy  : 
And  where  the  only  tears  that  start. 
Are  tears  of  gushing  joy. 


DEATH HEAVEN.  500 

4  To  the  glad  city  go  —  whose  street 

By  seraph  feet  is  trod ; 
Where  prophets,  saints  and  martyrs  meet 
To  hymn  the  praise  of  God. 

5  Where  they,  who  ran  like  thee,  the  race, 

Have  found  a  joyous  rest ! 
Have  seen  their  Master  face  to  face, 
And  leaned  upon  his  breast. 

6  The  angel  standeth  at  the  gate. 

His  eyes  with  rapture  glow  ; 
Thy  sister  spirits  for  thee  wait, 
Go,  gentle  spirit,  go. 

500  S.  M.  Hemans,  alt. 

"  Hark  !   they  loMsper  ;  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away  !  " 

1  Come  to  the  land  of  peace  ! 
From  shadows  come  away  ; 

Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease. 
And  storms  no  more  have  sway ! 

2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  there; 
But  pure  repose  and  love 

Breathe  through  the  bright  celestial  air, 
The  spirit  of  the  Dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest, 
Gathered  from  every  land  ; 

For  there  thy  soul  shall  find  its  rest. 
Amidst  the  shinincr  band. 

4  In  thy  divine  abode 

Change  leaves  no  saddening  trace ; 
Come,  trusting  spirit,  to  thy  God  ! 
Thy  holy  resting  place. 
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501,  502  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

501  C.  M.      Mrs.  Sigourney. 

Blessed  are  the  Dead. 

1  The  holy  dead  I  why  weep  ye  so 

Above  their  sable  bier? 
Thrice  blessed !  when  in  peace  they  go ; 
The  blest  may  claim  no  tear. 

2  There  is  no  tear-drop  in  their  eye, 

Nor  change  lapon  their  brow ; 
Their  placid  bosoms  heave  no  sigh, 
Mid  toils  or  sorrows  now. 

3  Think  of  their  heavenly  wreath, 

The  bright  bowers  never  dim  ; 
And  tell  me  why  thou  fliest  from  death, 
Or  hid'st  thy  friends  from  him  ? 

4  We  faintly  dream,  but  they  awake: 

Dark  visions  mar  our  rest; 
Mid  thorns  and  snares  our  way  we  take ; 
And  yet  we  mourn  the  blessed. 

5  For  those  who  throng  th'  eternal  throne, 

Lost  are  the  tears  we  shed  : 
They  are  the  living,  they  alone, 
Whom  thus  we  call  the  dead. 

503  S.  M.  Monthly  Mag. 

Life  and  Death. 

1     Oh  !  fear  not  thou  to  die  ! 

But  fear  to  live ;  for  life 
Has  thousand  snares  thy  feet  to  try, 
By  peril,  pain  and  strife  : 


DEATH HEAVEN.  503 

2  But  fear,  O  !  rather  fear 
The  gay,  the  tempting  scene ; 

The  flattering  smiles  that  greet  thee  here, 
From  heaven  thy  heart  to  wean. 

3  Fear,  lest  in  evil  hour, 
Thy  holy  hope  o'er  come 

By  heavy  clouds  that  round  thee  lower, 
Thy  spirit  feel  that  gloom. 

4  O  fear  not  thou  to  die ! 
Thy  great  departure  sing ; 

The  grave  hath  now  no  victory, 
And  death  can  have  no  sting. 

^03  8  &  4s.  M.        Montgomery. 

"  The  Spirit  returns  to  God  who  gave  it." 

1  There  is  a  calm  for  those  who  weep, 
A  rest  for  weary  pilgrims  found. 
And  while  the  mouldering  ashes  sleep 

Low  in  the  ground  : 

2  The  soul,  of  origin  divine, 

God's  glorious  image,  freed  from  clay, 
In  heaven's  eternal  sphere  shall  shine 
A  star  of  day  ! 

3  Now,  traveller  mid  these  flying  years ! 
To  realms  of  everlasting  light. 
Through  heavy  clouds,  or  boding  fears, 

Pursue  thy  flight. 

4  The  sun  is  but  a  spark  of  fire, 
A  transient  meteor  in  the  sky ; 
The  soul  immortal  as  its  Sire, 

Shall  never  die ! 


f '  t, 


504,  505  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

004  lis.  M.     Cunningham,  alt. 

"  Are  they  not  all  3Iinistering  Spirits  ?  " 

1  How  dear  is  the  thought,  that  the  spirits  in  bliss 
May  bow  their  bright  wings  to  a  world  such  as 

this; 
That  this  is  the  joy  of  the  mansions  above, 
To  stand  near  the  throne  as  the  angels  of  love. 

2  They  come,  on  the  wings  of  the  morning  they 

come. 
Impatient  to  lead  some  poor  wanderer  home  ; 
Some  sinner  to  save  from  his  darkened  abode, 
And  lay  him  to  rest  in  the  arms  of  his  God. 

3  They  come  when  we  wander,  —  they  come  when 

we  pray. 
In  mercy  to  guard  us  wherever  we  stray ; 
A  glorious  cloud,  their  bright  witness  is  given ; 
Encircling  us  here,  are  these  angels  of  heaven. 

505  8,  8  &  6s.  M.  Miss.  Mag. 

Heaven. 

1  Lo  !  the  seal  of  death  is  breaking ; 
Those  who  slept  its  sleep  are  waking ; 

Heaven  opes  its  portals  fair  ! 
Hark  !  the  harps  of  God  are  ringing, 
Hark !  the  seraph's  hymn  is  flinging. 

Music  on  immortal  air. 

2  There,  no  more  at  eve  declining, 
Suns  without  a  cloud  are  shining 

O'er  the  land  of  life  and  love; 
There  the  founts  of  life  are  flowing. 
Flowers  unknown  to  time,  are  blowing 

In  that  radiant  scene  above. 


DEATH HEAVEN.  506,  507 

3  There  no  sigh  of  memory  swelleth  ; 
There  no  tear  of  misery  welleth ; 

Hearts  will  bleed  or  break  no  more  ; 
Past  is  all  the  cold  world's  scorning, 
Gone  the  night,  and  broke  the  morning 
Over  all  the  golden  shore. 

50^  S.  M.  Montgomery. 

My  Heavenly  Home. 

1  My  Father's  house  on  high  ! 
Home  of  my  soul  1  how  near, 

At  times,  to  faith's  forseeing  eye 
Thy  joyous  gates  appear  1 

2  I  hear  at  morn  and  even, 
At  noon  and  midnight  hour, 

The  choral  harmonies  of  heaven 
Seraphic  music  pour. 

3  O  then  my  spirit  faints 
To  reach  the  land  I  love ; 

The  bright  inheritance  of  saints. 
My  glorious  home  above. 

507  L.  M.  Montgomery. 

Heaven. 

1  Heaven  is  a  place  of  rest  from  sin, 
But  all  who  hope  to  enter  there. 
Must  here  that  holy  course  begin, 
Which  shall  their  souls  for  rest  prepare. 

2  Clean  hearts,  O  God,  is  us  create, 
Right  spirits,  Lord,  in  us  renew  ; 
Commence  we  now  that  higher  state. 
Now  do  thy  will  as  angels  do. 


508  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

3  In  Jesus's  footsteps  may  we  tread, 
Learn  every  lesson  of  his  love  ; 
And  be  from  grace  to  glory  led, 
From  heaven  below  to  heaven  above. 

508  C.  M.  Watts. 

The  Promised  Land. 

1  There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night. 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides, 

And  never  withering  flowers  ; 
Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 
This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields,  beyond  the  swelling  flood, 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  : 

So,  to  the  Jews,  old  Canaan  stood, 

While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink, 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea ; 
And  linger,  shivering  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  O  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise. 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 
With  clear,  unclouded  eyes ;  — 

6  Could  we  but  stand,  as  Moses  stood. 

And  view  the  prospect  o'er. 
Not  Jordan's  stream,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 


DEATH HEAVEN.        509,510 

^09  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Song  of  the  Redeemed. 

1  Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand 

Around  the  eternal  throne, 
Of  every  kindred,  clime  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 

2  Toil,  trial,  suffering  still  await 

On  earth  the  pilgrim  throng  ; 
Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate. 
The  church  triumphant's  song. 

3  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Cry  the  redeemed  above. 
Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love. 

4  Worthy  the  Lamb,  on  earth  we  sing, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save  ; 
Henceforth,  O  Death !  where  is  thy  sting ! 
Thy  victory,  O  Grave  ! 

5  Then  hallelujah !  power  and  praise 

To  God  in  Christ  be  given  ; 
May  all  who  now  this  anthem  raise, 
Repeat  the  song  in  heaven. 

510  C,  M.  Hemans,  alt. 

A  Vision  of  Heaven. 

1  Oh  !  Heaven  is  where  no  secret  dread 
May  haunt  us  by  its  power  : 
Where  from  the  past,  no  gloom  is  shed 
Over  the  present  hour. 


511  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

2  And  there  the  living  waters  flow 

Along  the  radiant  shore ; 
My  soul,  now  wandering  here,  shall  know 
Its  burning  thirst  no  more. 

3  The  burden  of  the  stranger's  heart 

Which  here  unknown  we  bear, 

Like  the  night-shadow  shall  depart, 

With  our  first  wakening  there. 

4  And  borne  on  eagle's  wings  afar. 

Free  thought  shall  claim  its  dower 
From  every  sphere,  from  every  star. 
Of  glory  and  of  power. 

5  There  every  severed  wreath  is  bound ; 

And  none  shall  hear  the  knell 
That  smites  the  soul  in  that  sad  sound ; 
*' Farewell  i  beloved,  farewell !  " 

511  L.  M.  6 1.  Christian  Ps. 

Foretaste  of  Heaven. 

1  What  must  it  be  to  dwell  above. 

At  God's  right  hand,  where  Jesus  reigns. 
Since  the  sweet  earnest  of  his  love 
O'erwhelms  us  on  these  earthly  plains ! 
No  heart  can  think,  no  tongue  explain. 
What  joy  it  is  with  Christ  to  reign. 

2  When  sin  no  more  obstructs  our  sight. 
When  sorrow  pains  our  hearts  no  more. 
How  shall  we  view  the  Prince  of  Light, 
And  all  his  works  of  grace  explore ! 
What  heights  and  depths  of  love  divine 
Will  there  through  endless  ages  shine  ! 


DEATH HEAVEN.  513 

3  This  is  the  heaven  I  long  to  know ; 
For  this,  with  patience,  I  would  wait, 
Till  raised  from  heaven  here  below, 
I  mount  to  my  celestial  seat, 
And  wave  my  palm,  and  wear  my  crown, 
And,  with  the  elders,  cast  them  down. 

512  12s.  M.      Chris.  Examiner. 

The  Love  in  the  Things  that  are  Seen,  an  Image 
of  the  Love  in  the  Unseen. 

1  The  earth  arrayed  in  light,  in  summer's  golden 

hours. 
Smiles  in  her  beauty  clad,   and   crowned  with 

festal  flowers. 
So  radiantly  fair,  so  like  to  heaven  above, 
We  scarce  can  deem  more  bright,  that  world  of 

perfect  love. 

2  Is  this  a  shadow  dim,  of  that  which  is  to  come? 
What  shall  the  glories  be,  of  our  celestial  home ! 
Where  waves  the  tree  of  life,  where  streams  of 

life  gush  free. 
All  glowing  in  the  light  of  immortality  ! 

3  When  on  devotion's  wing,  the  spirit  soars  above 
And  feels  thy  presence  here,  God  of  eternal  love ! 
Joys  of  the  earth  !  ye  fade  before  that  living  ray, 
Which  gives  the  soul  a  glimpse,  of  pure  and  per- 
fect day. 

4  A  gleam  of  heaven's  own  light,  though  now  it 

scarce  appears. 

Beams  through  the  heavy  shades  around  our  fad- 
ing years ; 

But  God's  unclouded  smile,  fills  that  all  glorious 
place ; 

We  know  as  we  are  known,  we  see  thee  face  to  face. 


513,  514  FUNERAL    HYMNSj 

513  S.  M.  Mrs.  Steele. 
Heaven. 

1  Far  from  these  scenes  of  night 
Unbounded  glories  rise, 

And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  There  sickness  never  comes  ; 
There  grief  no  more  complains; 

Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  purest  pleasure  reigns. 

3  No  strife,  nor  envy  there 
The  sons  of  peace  molest ; 

But  harmony,  and  love  sincere. 
Fill  every  happy  breast. 

4  No  cloud  those  regions  know, 
Forever  bright  and  fair ; 

For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  wo. 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  There  night  is  never  known, 
Nor  sun's  faint  sickly  ray ; 

But  glory  from  the  eternal  throne 
Spreads  everlasting  day. 

514  C.  M. 

Longing  to  see  God. 

1  Father,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode ; 
I  'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God  1 


DEATH HEAVEN.  515 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face, 

And  't  is  a  pleasing  sight ; 
But  to  abide  in  thine  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen ; 

In  holy  joy  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in. 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

4  There  may  they  soar  unto  the  height 

Of  glory  and  of  God  ; 
While  living  streams  of  pure  delight 
Flow  round  their  bright  abode. 

515  C.  M.  Christian  Ps. 

The  Heavenly  Jerusalem. 

1  Jerursalem  !  my  happy  home  ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

3  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden's  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know : 
Blessed  seats  !  through  bright  or  stormy  scenes 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

4  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets  there, 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below, 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 


516,  517  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

5  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home ! 
My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  peace  shall  see. 

516  lis.    M.  MUHLENBURG. 

''  To  he  with  Christ,  ivhich  is  far  better.^' 

1  I  WOULD  not  live  ahvay,  thus  fettered  by  sin; 
Temptation  without,  and  corruption  within : 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears. 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

2  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  so  far  from  his  God ; 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  brighter  abode. 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noontide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  : 

3  Where  the- saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet. 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet; 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll. 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  life  of  the  soul. 

517  C.  M.  Watts. 

Communion  of  Saints. 

1  Behold  the  innumerable  host 

Of  angels,  clothed  in  light ! 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just. 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight ! 

2  Behold  the  blest  assembly  there. 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven ; 
And  God,  the  judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  sins  to  be  forgiven. 


DEATH HEAVEN.  518 

3  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make; 
All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

4  In  such  society  as  this 

My  weary  soul  would  rest ; 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jesus  is, 
Must  be  forever  blest. 

518  C.  M.        Liverpool  Coll. 

Reunion  of  Friends. 

1  Blest  hour,  when  virtuous  friends  shall  meet, 

Shall  meet  to  part  no  more. 
And  with  celestial  welcome  greet, 
On  an  immortal  shore. 

2  The  parent  finds  the  long-lost  chiid ; 

Brothers  on  brothers  gaze ; 
The  tear  of  resignation  mild 
Is  changed  to  joy  and  praise. 

3  Each  tender  tie,  dissolved  with  pain, 

With  endless  bliss  is  crowned ; 
All  that  was  dead,  revives  again ; 
All  that  was  lost,  is  found. 

4  Congenial  minds,  arrayed  in  light, 

High  thoughts  shall  interchange  ; 
Nor  cease,  with  ever-new  delight, 
On  wings  of  love  to  range. 

5  Their  Father  marks  their  generous  flame. 

And  looks  complacent  down ; 
The  smile  that  owns  their  filial  claim 
Is  their  immortal  crown. 


519,  520  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

519  C.  M.  Wesley,  alt. 

Heavenly  Joy. 

1  How  happy  every  child  of  grace 

Who  feels  his  sins  forgiven ! 
Though  earth  be  still  his  dwelling-place, 
He  finds  the  peace  of  heaven. 

2  O  wondrous  joy  !  O  blessed  hope  ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 

To  heaven  our  souls  are  lifted  up  ; 

Its  light  spreads  o'er  our  way. 

3  We  feel  the  resurrection  near, 

Our  life  with  Christ  concealed ; 
And  with  his  blessed  presence  here 
Our  longing  spirits  filled. 

4  And  -will  he  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

All  of  his  love  and  grace  ? 
Then  shall  our  soaring  spirits  go, 
To  see  him  face  to  face. 

530  C.  M.  Wesley. 

Praise  for  GocTs  Grace. 

1  Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined. 

And  saved  by  grace  alone ; 
Walking  in  all  his  steps  they  find, 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  Church  triumphant  in  thy  love. 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  ; 
They  sing  thy  grace  in  hymns  above. 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 


DEATH HEAVEN.  521,  522 

3  Thee  in  thy  glorious  realm  they  praise, 
And  bow  before  thy  throne  ; 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace ; 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 

521  C.  M.  C.  Wesley. 

Communion  of  Saints. 

1  The  saints  on  earth,  and  those  above, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
Joined  to  their  Lord  in  bonds  of  love, 
All  of  one  grace  partake. 

2  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him  : 

One  church  above,  beneath  ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream, 
The  narrow  stream  of  death. 

3  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow ; 
Part  of  the  host  have  crossed  the  flood, 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

4  O  God !  be  thou  our  constant  guide  ! 

Then,  when  the  word  is  given. 
Bid  Death's  cold  flood  its  waves  divide. 
And  bear  us  safe  to  heaven. 

533  L.  M. 

"  Blessed  are  They  that  Mourn.'^ 

1  Deem  not  that  they  are  blessed  alone, 
Whose  days  a  peaceful  tenor  keep ; 
The  God  who  loves  our  race  has  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 


523,  524  FUNERAL    HYMNS, 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  beam  again 
From  lids  that  now  o'erflow  with  tears, 
And  weary  hours  of  wo  and  pain 

Are  earnests  of  serener  years. 

3  O  there  are  days  of  hope  and  rest 
For  every  dark  and  troubled  night ! 
And  grief  may  bide,  an  evening  guest. 
But  joy  shall  come  with  morning  light. 

4  And  ye,  who  o'er  a  friend's  low  bier. 
Now  shed  the  bitter  drops  like  rain, 
Hope  that  a  brighter,  happier  sphere, 
Will  give  him  to  thy  arms  again. 

5S3  7s.  M.  S.  F.  Adams. 

Deivs  and  Tears. 

1  Gently  fall  the  dews  of  eve, 
Raising  still  the  languid  flowers  ; 
Sweetly  flow  the  tears  that  grieve 
O'er  a  mourner's  stricken  hours. 

2  Blessed  dews  and  tears  that  yet 
Lift  us  nearer  unto  heaven ! 
Let  us  still  his  praise  repeat. 
Who  in  mercy  all  hath  given. 

534  P.  M.  Select  Hymns. 

Eternal  Reunion. 

1  When  shall  we  meet  again  ? 
Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 
Round  us  forever  1 


DEATH HEAVEN.  524 

Where  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 
Never,  —  no,  never  ! 

2  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,  dear  Saviour ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever  : 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell. 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never,  —  no,  never  ! 

3  Soon  shall  we  meet  again, 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever ; 
Soon  shall  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever : 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  fears  or  woes ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never,  —  no,  never  ! 


23 


bari0U0  ©ccaaions. 


525  S.  M.  Doddridge. 
Children  Offered  to  God. 

1  See  Israel's  Shepherd  stand, 
With  all-encracrincr  charms ; 

Hark,  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 

2  Permit  them  to  approach, 

"  Forbid  them  not,"  he  cried  ; 
"  Of  such  my  Father's  kingdom  is,   • 
And  such  with  him  abide." 

3  We  bring  them,  gracious  Lord, 
And  yield  them  up  to  thee ; 

Joyful  that  we  ourselves  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be. 

4  If  orphans  tjiey  are  left. 
Thy  guardian  love  we  trust; 

That  love  can  heal  our  bleeding  hearts, 
When  weeping  o'er  their  dust. 

526  8  &  7s.  M. 

Baptism. 

1  Saviour  !  who  thy  flock  art  feeding, 
With  the  shepherd's  kindest  care. 
All  the  feeble  gently  leading. 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share  ; 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  527 

2  Now,  this  little  one  receiving, 

Fold  it  in  thy  gracious  arm : 
There  we  know,  thy  word  believing, 
Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

3  Never  from  thy  pasture  roving, 

Let  it  be  the  lion's  prey ; 
Let  thy  tenderness,  so  loving. 
Keep  it  in  life's  doubtful  way : 

4  Then  within  thy  fold  eternal, 

Let  it  find  a  resting-place  ; 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 
Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 

5S7  C.  M.  Keble,  alt. 

Baptism  of  a  Child. 

1  O  HAPPY  arms,  where  cradled  lies, 

Meet  for  the  Lord's  embrace. 
That  bright  and  precious  sacrifice. 
The  darling  of  his  grace. 

2  O  tender  gem,  and  full  of  heaven. 

Not  in  the  stars  on  high. 
Not  in  the  fragrant  flowers  of  even. 
See  we  our  God  so  nigh. 

3  Thou  Fount  of  holy  human  love 

That  in  the  parent  springs. 
O'er  it  let  thine  Eternal  Dove 
Hover  with  softest  wings ! 

4  Haste  thee  sweet  child  to  know  Him  too, 

To  yield  thy  fondest  love  ; 
That  purer  than  the  early  dew. 
Thy  opening  sweets  may  prove. 


528,  529  VARIOUS  occasions. 

538  S.  M.  Salisbury  Coll. 

The  Promise  is  to  You  and  Your  Children. 

1  Lord  !  what  our  ears  have  heard, 
Our  eyes  delighted  trace ; 

Thy  love  in  long  succession  shown 
To  every  rising  race. 

2  Our  children  thou  dost  claim, 
And  mark  them  out  for  thine ; 

Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 
For  goodness  so  divine. 

3  Thee,  let  the  fathers  own, 
And  thee,  the  sons  adore : 

Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows. 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

4  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care. 
Shall  own  their  fathers'  God  ; 

To  latest  times  thy  blessing  share. 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

5S9  C.  M.  Heber. 

Earl?/  Religion. 

1  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

How  sweet  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the  breath  beneath  the  hill 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

2  Lo,  such  the  child  whose  early  feet 

The  paths  of  peace  have  trod  ; 
Whose  secret  heart  with  influence  sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God  ! 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  530 

3  By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 

The  lily  must  decay  ; 
The  rose  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour 

Of  man's  maturer  age 
Will  shake  the  soul  with  sorrow's  power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage  ! 

5  O  thou  who  giv'st  us  life  and  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone. 
In  childliood,  manhood,  age,  and  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own. 

•530  C.  M.  Ch.  Examiner. 

Rcmemher  now  thy  Creator. 

1  Ye  joyous  ones  !  upon  whose  brow 

The  light  of  youth  is  shed, 
O'er  whose  glad  path  life's  early  flowers 

In  glowing  beauty  spread, 
Forget  not  Him  whose  love  hath  poured 

Around  that  golden  light ; 
And  tinged  those  opening  buds  of  hope 

With  hues  so  softly  bright. 

2  Thou  tempted  one  !  just  entering 

Upon  "  enchanted  ground," 
Ten  thousand  snares  are  spread  for  thee, 

Ten  thousand  foes  surround. 
A  dark  and  a  deceitful  band. 

Upon  thy  path  they  lower ; 
Trust  not  thine  own  unaided  strength, 

To  save  thee  from  their  power. 


531  VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 

3  Thou  whose  yet  bright  and  joyous  eye 

May  soon  be  dimmed  with  tears, 
To  whom  the  hours  of  bitterness 

Will  come  in  coming  years, 
Teach  early  thy  confiding  eye 

To  pierce  the  cloudy  screen  ; 
To  look  above  the  storms  of  life, 

Eternally  serene. 

531  C.  M.  Keble. 

"  Suffer  little  Children  to  come  to  Me." 

1  Oh  say  not,  think  not,  heavenly  notes 

To  childish  ears  are  vain. 
That  the  young  mind  at  random  floats, 
And  cannot  reach  the  strain. 

2  Was  not  our  Lord  a  little  child. 

Taught  by  degrees  to  pray. 
By  father  dear  and  mother  mild 
Instructed  day  by  day? 

3  And  loved  he  not  of  heaven  to  talk 

With  children  in  his  sight, 
To  meet  them  in  his  daily  walk. 
And  to  his  arms  invite  ? 

4  And  though  some  tones  be  weak  and  low, 

What  are  all  prayers  beneath, 
But  cries  of  babes,  that  cannot  know 
Half  the  deep  thought  they  breathe. 

5  In  his  own  words  we  Christ  adore ; 

But  angels,  as  we  speak, 
Higher  above  our  meaning  soar. 
Than  we  o'er  children  weak. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  532,  533 

6  And  yet  his  words  mean  more  than  they  — 
And  yet  he  owns  their  praise ; 
Oh  think  not  that  he  turns  away 
From  infants'  simple  lays. 

53S  S.  M.  Watts. 

Family  Affection  from  Religious  Principles. 

1  How  pleasing,  Lord  !  to  see, 
How  pure  is  the  delight, 

When  mutual  love,  and  love  to  thee, 
A  family  unite ! 

2  From  these  celestial  springs 
Such  streams  of  comfort  flow, 

As  no  increase  of  riches  brings. 
Nor  honors  can  bestow. 

3  No  bliss  can  equal  theirs, 
Where  such  affections  meet  ; 

While  mingled  praise,  and  mingled  prayers 
Make  their  communion  sweet. 

4  'T  is  the  same  pleasure  fills 
The  breast  in  worlds  above  ; 

Where  joy  like  morning  dew  distils. 
And  all  the  air  is  love. 

533  C.  M.  Noel. 

Comjnunion  Hymn. 

1  If  human  kindness  meets  return, 

And  owns  the  grateful  tie  — 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn. 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  ; 

2  O  shall  not  warmer  accents  speak 

The  gratitude  we  owe. 
To  Him,  the  suffering,  and  the  meekj 
Who  died  for  human  woe ! 


534  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

3  While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 

Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee, 
What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  ?  " 

4  O  Saviour !  mid  earth's  sin  and  care, 

Thy  love  we  fain  would  see ; 
Seeking  thy  strength,  thy  cross  to  share. 
And  thus  remember  thee. 

534  C.  M.  Keble,  alt. 

The  Saviour's  Feast  of  Love. 

1  How  sweet  the  feast  of  heavenly  love 

Spread  at  the  Saviour's  word. 
For  souls  that  hear  his  call,  and  prove 
Meet  for  his  bridal  board. 

2  The  fervent  love,  the  dear  delight 

Of  hearts  that  know  no  guile. 
That  all  around  see  all  thino-s  bricrht 
With  their  own  magic  smile; 

3  The  silent  joy,  that  sinks  so  deep 

In  confidence  and  rest ; 
Lulled  in  a  Father's  arms  to  sleep, 
Clasped  to  his  loving  breast : 

4  The  glowing  hope,  that  thrills  so  keen 

Alonor  each  bounding  vein, 
Still  whispering  glorious  things  unseen  ; 
Making  the  vision  plain. 

5  Such  is  thy  banquet,  Saviour  dear  ! 

O  grant  our  hearts  the  grace 

The  pure  and  bridal  robe  to  wear, 

Meet  for  thine  own  embrace. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  535,  536 

5S5  C.  M.  Beddome. 

Continue  Ye  in  My  Love. 

1  Ye  followers  of  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Who  round  his  table  draw ! 
Remember  what  his  spirit  was, 
What  his  peculiar  law. 

2  The  love,  which  all  his  bosom  filled, 

Did  all  his  actions  guide ; 
Inspired  by  love,  he  lived  and  taught, 
Inspired  by  love  he  died. 

3  Let  all  the  sacred  law  fulfill ; 

Like  his  be  every  mind  ; 
Be  every  temper  formed  by  love, 
And  every  action  kind. 

4  Let  none  who  call  themselves  his  friends, 

Disgrace  the  honored  name; 
But  by  a  near  resemblance,  prove 
The  title  which  they  claim. 

o36  7s.  M.         Ancient  Hymns. 

Rejoicing  in  Christ. 

1  Sweet  thy  memory.  Saviour  blest. 
In  the  true  believer's  breast ! 
Musing  on  thy  precious  name. 
Purest  joys  his  heart  inflame. 

2  By  the  ear  or  tuneful  tongue 
Nought  so  sweet  is  heard  or  sung; 
Nought  the  mind  can  dwell  upon 
Sweet  as  God's  beloved  Son. 


537  VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 

3  Thou  the  contrite  sinner's  stay, 
Who  thy  goodness  can  display? 
How  to  those  who  seek  thee  kind ! 
What,  ah,  what  to  those  who  find  7 

4  Tongue  can  speak  not  their  delight, 
Nor  can  pen  of  man  indite  ; 

None  can  know,  but  they  who  prove, 
What  it  is  their  Lord  to  love. 

537  L.  M.  PiERPONT. 

Dedication  Hymn. 

1  O  BOW  thine  ear,  Eternal  One  ! 
On  thee  our  heart  adoring  calls ; 
To  thee  the  followers  of  thy  Son, 

Have  raised,  and  now  devote  these  walls. 

2  Here  let  thy  holy  days  be  kept ; 
And  be  this  place  to  worship  given. 
Like  that  bright  spot  where  Jacob  slept. 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 

3  Here  may  thine  honor  dwell ;  and  here, 
As  incense,  let  thy  children's  prayer. 
From  contrite  hearts  and  lips  sincere. 
Rise  on  the  still  and  holy  air. 

4  Here  be  thy  praise  devoutly  sung  ; 
Here  let  thy  truth  beam  forth  to  save, 
As  when,  of  old,  thy  spirit  hung 

On  wings  of  light  o'er  Jordan's  wave. 

5  And  when  the  lips,  that  with  thy  name 
Are  vocal  now,  to  dust  shall  turn, 

On  others  may  devotion's  flame 
Be  kindled  here,  and  purely  burn. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  538,  539 

538  C.  M.  Sewall's  Coll. 
Communion  Hymn. 

1  O  GOD  !  accept  the  sacred  hour, 

Which  we  to  thee  have  given  ; 
And  let  this  hallowed  scene  have  power 
To  raise  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  Still  let  us  hold,  till  life  departs. 

The  precepts  of  thy  Son  ; 
Nor  let  our  thoughtless,  thankless  hearts 
Forget  what  he  hath  done. 

3  His  true  disciples  may  we  live. 

From  all  corruption  free ; 
And  humbly  learn  like  him,  to  give 
Our  powers,  our  wills  to  thee. 

539  8  &  7s.  M.  Exeter  Coll. 
After  Communion. 

1  From  the  table  now  retiring, 

Which  for  us  the  Lord  hath  spread. 
May  our  souls  refreshment  finding, 
Grow  in  all  things  like  our  Head. 

2  His  example  by  beholding, 

May  our  lives  his  image  bear  ; 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  calling. 

His  commands  may  we  revere. 

3  Love  to  God  and  man  displaying, 

Walking  steadfast  in  his  way, 
Joy  attend  us  in  believing  ! 

Peace  from  God  through  endless  day. 


540,  541  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

04O  7s.  M.  Pratt's  Coll. 

Spiritual  Nourishment. 

X  Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed, 
For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 
Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 
With  this  true  and  living  bread. 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 

Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give; 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day  with  strength  supplied. 
Through  the  life  of  Him  who  died. 
Lord  of  life,  O  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  on  thee  ! 

04:1  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

This  do  in  Remembrance  of  Me. 

1  According  to  thy  gracious  word, 

In  meek  humility, 
This  will  I  do,  my  dying  Lord, 
I  will  remember  thee. 

2  Gethsemane  can  I  forget  ? 

Or  there  thy  conflict  see, 

Thine  agony  and  bloody  sweat, 

And  not  remember  thee? 

3  When  to  the  cross  I  turn  mine  eyes, 

And  rest  on  Calvary, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  my  sacrifice  ! 
I  must  remember  thee  : 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  542,  543 

4  Remember  thee,  and  all  thy  pains, 
And  all  thy  love  to  me  ; 
Yea,  while  a  breath,  a  pulse  remains, 
Will  I  remember  thee. 

543  7s.  M.  Wesley. 

"  Where  Two  or  Three  are   met   together   in  My 
Name  J  ^ 

1  Jesus,  we  thy  promise  claim  : 
We  are  met  in  thy  great  name  : 
In  the  midst  do  thou  appear, 
Manifest  thy  presence  here  ! 

2  Sanctify  us,  Lord,  and  bless ! 
Breathe  thy  spirit,  give  thy  peace  ; 
Thou  thyself  within  us  move  ; 
Make  our  feast  a  feast  of  love. 

3  Plant  in  us  thy  humble  mind, 
Patient,  pitiful,  and  kind  : 
Meek  and  lowly  let  us  be, 
Full  of  goodness,  full  of  thee. 

4  Make  us  all  in  thee  complete ; 
Make  us  all  for  glory  meet ; 
Meet  t'  appear  before  thy  sight, 
Partners  with  the  saints  in  light. 

543  C.  M,  E.  Taylor. 

Communion  Hymn. 

1  O  HERE,  if  ever,  God  of  love! 
Let  strife  and  hatred  cease  ; 
And  every  thought  harmonious  move, 
And  every  heart  be  peace. 


544,  545  VARIOUS  occasions. 

2  Not  here,  when  met  to  think  of  him, 

Whose  latest  thoughts  were  ours, 
Shall  mortal  passions  come  to  dim 
The  prayer  devotion  pours. 

3  No,  gracious  Master,  not  in  vain 

Thy  life  of  love  hath  been  ; 
The  peace  thou  gav'st  may  yet  remain, 
Though  thou  no  more  art  seen. 

544  C.  M. 

Union  in  the  Lord. 

1  A  HOLY  air  is  breathing  round, 

A  savor  from  above  ; 
Be  every  soul  from  sense  unbound. 
Be  every  spirit  love. 

2  O  God  unite  us  heart  to  heart, 

In  sympathy  divine. 
That  we  be  never  drawn  apart, 
And  love  not  thee,  nor  thine ; 

3  But,  by  the  cross  of  Jesus  taught 

And  all  thy  gracious  word, 
Be  nearer  to  each  other  brought, 
And  nearer  to  the  Lord. 

54=5  7s.  M.         Sailsbury  Coll. 

Communion  with  our  risen  Lord. 

1  Master,  may  we  ever  say. 
Taken  from  the  world  away, 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see. 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  546 

2  Him,  though  highest  heaven  receives, 
Still  he  loves  the  earth  he  leaves ; 
Though  ascending  to  his  throne, 
Still  he  calls  mankind  his  own. 

3  Ever  upward  let  us  move, 
Wafted  on  the  wings  of  love  ; 
Watching  when  our  Lord  shall  come, 
Longing  for  a  heavenly  home. 

4  There  with  thee  may  we  remain, 
Partners  of  thine  endless  reign  ; 
There  thy  face  unclouded  see, 
Finding  all  our  heaven  in  thee. 

«S4:0  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

Opening  a  Place  of  Worship. 

1  Lord  of  hosts,  to  thee  we  raise 
Here  a  house  of  prayer  and  praise ; 
Thou  thy  people's  heart  prepare. 
Here  to  meet  for  praise  and  prayer. 

2  Let  the  living  here  be  fed 

With  thy  word,  the  heavenly  bread; 
And,  in  hope  of  glory  blest. 
Let  the  dead  be  laid  to  rest. 

3  Here  to  thee  a  temple  stand, 
While  the  sea  shall  gird  the  land ; 
Here  reveal  thy  mercy  sure. 
While  the  sun  and  moon  endure. 

4  Hallelujah  !  —  earth  and  sky 
To  the  joyful  sound  reply ; 
Hallelujah  !  —  hence  ascend 
Prayer  and  praise,  till  time  shall  end. 


547,  548  VARIOUS  occasions. 

547  S.  M.  Wesleyan. 

The  Presence  of  Christ. 

1  Jesus,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim  ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  shalt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name. 

2  Thy  name  salvation  is, 
Which  here  we  come  to  prove ; 

Thy  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 
And  everlasting  love. 

3  Present,  we  know  thou  art ; 
But  O  thyself  reveal  ! 

Now,  Lord,  let  every  bounding  heart. 
The  mighty  comfort  feel. 

4  O  may  thy  quickening  voice 
The  death  of  sin  remove, 

And  bid  our  inmost  souls  rejoice, 
In  hope  of  perfect  love. 

548  L.  M.  Willis. 

Dedication  Hymn. 

1  The  perfect  world  by  Adam  trod, 
Was  the  first  temple,  built  by  God ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone. 
And  heaved  its  pillars,  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high. 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky; 

He  spread  its  pavement,  green  and  bright, 
And  curtained  it  with  morninor  ligrht. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood, 
The  sea,  the  sky,  —  and  ''  all  was  good ;  " 
And,  when  its  first  pure  praises  rang, 
The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  549 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky  a  house  for  thee  ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  offering  stands, 
A  humbler  temple,  "  made  with  hands." 

549  L.  M.  PiERPONT. 

Ordination  Hymn. 

1  O  THOU,  who  art  above  all  height ! 
Our  God,  our  Father,  and  our  Friend ! 
Beneath  thy  throne  of  love  and  light. 
Let  thine  adoring  children  bend, 

2  We  kneel  in  praise,  that  here  is  set 
A  vine  that  by  thy  culture  grew ; 

We  kneel  in  prayer  that  thou  would'st  wet 
Its  opening  leaves  with  heavenly  dew. 

3  Since  thy  young  servant  now  hath  given 
Himself,  his  powers,  his  hopes,  his  youth 
To  the  great  cause  of  truth  and  heaven, 
Be  thou  his  guide,  O  God  of  truth ! 

4  Here  may  his  doctrines  drop  like  rain, 
His  speech  like  Hermon's  dews  distill. 
Till  green  fields  smile,  and  golden  grain, 
Ripe  for  the  harvest,  waits  thy  will. 

5  And  when  he  sinks  in  death,  by  care. 
Or  pain,  or  toil,  or  years  opprest, 

O  God  !  remember  thou  our  prayer, 
And  take  his  spirit  to  thy  rest. 

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550,  551  VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 

550  L.  M.  Frothingham. 

Ordination  Hymn. 

1  O  God,  whose  presence  glows  in  all 
Within,  around  us,  and  above ! 

Thy  word  we  bless,  thy  name  we  call. 
Whose  word  is  Truth,  whose  name  is  Love. 

2  That  truth  be  with  the  heart  believed 
Of  all  who  seek  this  sacred  place  ; 

With  power  proclaimed,  in  peace  received. 
Our  spirit's  light,  thy  Spirit's  grace. 

3  That  love  its  holy  influence  pour. 
To  keep  us  meek,  and  make  us  free; 
And  throw  its  binding  blessing  more 
Round  each  with  all,  and  all  with  thee. 

4  Direct  and  guard  the  youthful  strength 
Devoted  to  thy  Son  this  day ; 

And  give  thy  word  full  course  at  length 
O'er  man's  defects  and  time's  decay. 

5  Send  down  its  angel  to  our  side  ; 
Send  in  its  calm  upon  the  breast ; 
For  we  would  know  no  other  guide. 
And  we  can  need  no  other  rest. 

55t  7&6s.  M.  Heber. 

Missionary  Hymn. 

1  From  Greenland's  icy  mountains. 

From  India's  coral  strand. 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river. 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  552 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 

And  only  man  is  vile; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen  in  his  blindness 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

By  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we  to  men  benighted 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation  !  O  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 

552  .  6  &  4s.  M. 

''  Let  there  be  Light." 

1  Thou,  whose  almighty  word, 
Chaos  and  darkness  heard. 

And  took  their  flight ! 
Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray. 
And  where  the  Gospel  ray 
Sheds  not  its  glorious  day, 

"  Let  there  be  light !  " 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing. 

Healing  and  sight ! 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind. 
Light  to  the  inly  blind, 
O  now  to  all  mankind, 

*'  Let  there  be  light." 


553,  554  VARIOUS  occasions. 


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3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove ! 

Speed  forth  thy  flight  ; 
Move  o'er  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace, 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place, 

"Let  there  be  light." 

559  7s.  M.  Bryant, 

A  Blessing  upon  Christian  Teachers. 

1  Source  of  Truth,  whose  rays  alone 
Light  the  mighty  world  of  mind  ; 
God  of  Love,  who  from  thy  throne 
Kindly  watchest  all  mankind : 

2  Shed  on  those,  who  in  thy  name 
Teach  the  way  of  truth  and  right. 
Shed  that  love's  undying  flame. 
Shed  that  wisdom's  guiding  light. 

554  S.  M.  Doddridge. 

Tracing  the  steps  of  the  Pious  Dead. 

1  How  swift  the  torrent  rolls, 
That  bears  us  to  the  sea  ! 

The  tide  that  bears  our  thoughtless  souls 
To  vast  eternity. 

2  Our  fathers,  where  are  they. 
With  all  they  called  their  own  ? 

Their  joys  and  griefs,  and  hopes  and  cares. 
And  wealth  and  honor,  gone. 

3  God  of  our  fathers  !  hear; 
Thou  everlasting  Friend ! 

While  we  as  on  life's  utmost  verge. 
Our  souls  to  thee  commend. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  555,  556 

4     Of  all  the  pious  dead 

May  we  the  footsteps  trace, 
Till  with  them,  in  the  land  of  light, 
We  dwell  before  thy  face. 

555  L.  M.        Winchell's  Sel. 
Missionaries  Encouraged. 

1  Ye  Christian  heralds,  —  go,  proclaim 
Salvation  in  Immanuel's  name  ; 

To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear. 
And  plant  the  rose  of  Sharon  there. 

2  He  '11  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire. 
With  holy  zeal  your  hearts  inspire. 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  calm  the  savage  breast  to  peace. 

556  L.  M.  Flint. 

Memory  of  our  Fathers. 

1  In  pleasant  lands  have  fallen  the  lines 
That  bound  our  goodly  heritage, 
And  safe  beneath  our  shelt'ring  vines 
Our  youth  is  blest,  and  soothed  our  age, 

2  What  thanks,  O  God,  to  thee  are  due. 
That  thou  didst  plant  our  fathers  here; 
And  watch  and  guard  them  as  they  grew, 
A  vineyard  to  the  planter  dear. 

3  The  toils  they  bore  our  ease  have  wrought ; 
They  sowed  in  tears,  in  joy  we  reap ; 

The  birthright  they  so  dearly  bought 
We  '11  guard,  till  we  with  them  shall  sleep. 

4  Thy  kindness  to  our  fathers  shown, 
In  weal  and  wo,  through  all  the  past. 
Their  grateful  sons,  O  God,  shall  own. 
While  here  their  name  and  race  shall  last. 


557,  558  VARIOUS  occasions. 

557  C.  M.  Watts. 

Instructions  of  God's  Providence. 

1  Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 

Which  God  performed  of  old  ; 
Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known, 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  ; 
And  we  '11  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs  ; 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands ; 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

5o8  P.  M.  Mrs.  Hemans. 

The  Pilgrim  Fathers. 

1  The  breaking  waves  dashed  high 

On  a  stern  and  rock-bound  coast, 
And  the  woods  against  a   stormy  sky 
Their  giant  branches  tost ; 

2  And  the  heavy  night  hung  dark, 

The  hills  and  waters  o'er, 
When  a  band  of  exiles  moored  their  bark 
On  the  wild  New  England  shore. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  559 

3  Not  as  the  conqueror  comes, 

They,  the  true  hearted,  came  ; 
Not  with  the  roll  of  the  stirring  drums, 
And  the  trumpet  that  sings  of  fame. 

4  Not  as  the  flying  come, 

In  silence  and  in  fear  ; 
They  shook  the  depths  of  the  desert's  gloom 
With  their  hymns  of  lofty  cheer. 

5  Amidst  the  storm  they  sang  ; 

And  the  stars  heard,  and  the  seal 
And  the  sounding  aisles  of  the  dim  woods  rang 
To  the  anthem  of  the  free. 

6  The  ocean  eagle  soared 

From  his  nest  by  the  white  wave's  foam, 
And  the  rocking  pines  of  the  forest  roared  — 
This  was  their  welcome  home ! 

7  What  sought  they  thus  afar  ? 

Bright  jewels  of  the  mine  1 
The  wealth  of  seas,  the  spoils  of  war? 
They  sought  a  faith's  pure  shrine  ! 

8  Ay,  call  it  holy  ground. 

The  soil  where  first  they  trod  ! 
They  have  left  unstained,  what  there  they  found  : 
Freedom  to  worship  God. 

559  P.  M.  J.  Davis. 

Ode  for  the  22c?  of  December. 

1  Sons  of  renowned  sires, 
Join  in  harmonious  choirs, 

Swell  your  loud  songs; 
Daughters  of  peerless  dames, 


559  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

Come  with  your  mild  acclaims, 
Let  their  revered  names 
Dwell  on  your  tongues. 

2  From  frowning  Albion's  seat, 
See  the  famed  band  retreat. 

On  ocean  tost ; 
Blue  tumbling  billows  roar, 
By  keel  scarce  ploughed  before, 
And  bear  them  to  this  shore, 

Fettered  with  frost. 

3  Not  winter's  sullen  face, 
Not  the  fierce  tawny  race 

In  arms  arrayed ; 
Not  hunger  shook  their  faith. 
Not  sickness'  baleful  breath. 
Nor  Carver's  early  death 

Their  souls  dismayed. 

4  Watered  by  heavenly  dew. 
The  Germ  of  Empire  grew. 

Freedom  its  root  ; 
From  the  cold  northern  pine. 
Far  t'ward  the  burning  line. 
Spreads  the  luxuriant  vine, 

Bending  with  fruit. 

5  Columbia,  child  of  heaven. 
The  best  of  blessings  given, 

Rest  on  thy  head  ; 
Beneath  thy  peaceful  skies. 
While  prosperous  tides  arise. 
Here  turn  thy  grateful  eyes,  — 

Revere  the  dead. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  560 

6  Here  trace  the  moss-grown  stones, 
Where  rest  their  mouldering  bones, 

Again  to  rise  ; 
And  let  thy  sons  be  led 
To  emulate  the  dead, 
While  o'er  their  tombs  they  tread 

With  moistened  eyes. 

7  Sons  of  renowned  sires, 
Join  in  harmonious  choirs, 

Swell  your  loud  songs; 
Daughters  of  peerless  dames, 
Come  with  your  mild  acclaims. 
Let  their  revered  names 

Dwell  on  your  tongues. 

^00  S.  M.  Ancient  Hymns. 

Thanks  for'  all  Saints. 

1  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 
Who  strove  in  Christ  to  live, 

Who  followed  him,  obeyed,  adored, 
Our  grateful  hymn  receive. 

2  For  all  thy  saints,  O  God, 
Accept  our  thankful  cry. 

Who  counted  Christ  their  great  reward. 
And  strove  in  him  to  die. 

3^  They  all,  in  life  and  death. 
With  him,  their  Lord,  in  view. 
Learned  from  thy  Holy  Spirit's  breath 
To  suffer  and  to  do. 

4     For  this  thy  name  we  bless. 

And  humbly  beg  that  we 

May  follow  them  in  holiness. 

And  live  and  die  in  thee. 


561,  562  VARIOUS  occasions. 

561  L.  M.  Whittier. 

National  Anniversary. 

1  O  THOU,  whose  presence  went  before 
Our  fathers  in  their  weary  way, 

As  with  thy  chosen  moved  of  yore 
The  fire  by  night,  the  cloud  by  day  ! 

2  When  from  each  temple  of  the  free 
A  nation's  song  ascends  to  heaven, 
Most  holy  Father,  unto  thee 

Now  let  our  humble  prayer  be  given. 

3  Sweet  peace  be  here ;  and  hope  and  love 
Be  round  us  as  a  mantle  thrown, 

As  unto  thee,  supreme  above 

The  knee  of  prayer  is  bowed  alone. 

4  And  grant,  O  Father,  that  the  time 
Of  earth's  deliverance  may  be  near, 
When  every  land,  and  tongue  and  clime 
The  anthem  of  the  free  shall  hear. 

5  When  smitten  as  with  fire  from  heaven 
Shall  melt  and  fall,  the  captive's  chain; 
And  burdened  slaves,  their  fetters  riven, 
Shall  stand  redeemed  by  freedom's  reign. 

563  L.  M.  Whittier. 

Freedom. 

1  As  children  of  thy  gracious  care, 
We  veil  the  eye,  we  bend  the  knee, 
With  broken  words  of  praise  and  prayer, 
Father  and  God,  we  come  to  thee. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  563,  564 

2  For  thou  hast  heard,  O  God  of  right. 
The  sighing  of  the  hapless  slave  ; 

And  stretched  for  him  the  arm  of  might, 
Not  shortened  that  it  could  not  save. 

3  The  laborer  sits  beneath  his  vine, 
The  shackled  soul  and  hand  are  free ; 
Thanksgiving  !  —  for  the  work  is  thine ; 
Praise !  —  for  the  blessing  is  of  thee. 

563  6  &  4s.  M. 

Prayer  for  our  Country. 

1  God  bless  our  native  land. 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand 

Through  storm  and  night ; 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave. 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save. 

By  thy  great  might. 

2  For  her  our  prayeiv shall  rise 
To  God  above  the  skies  ; 

On  him  we  wait ; 
Thou  who  hast  heard  each  sigh, 
Watching  each  weeping  eye. 
Be  thou  forever  nigh ; 

God  save  the  state. 

564  8s.  M.  Hawes. 

Spring. 

1  The  winter  is  over  and  gone, 
The  thrush  whistles  sweet  on  the  spray. 
The  turtle  breathes  forth  her  soft  moan, 
The  lark  mounts  and  warbles  away. 


565  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

2  Shall  every  creature  around 
Their  voices  in  concert  unite, 
And  I,  the  most  favored,  be  found 
In  praising  to  take  less  delight? 

3  Awake,  then,  my  harp,  and  my  lute ! 
Sweet  organs  your  notes  softly  swell ! 
No  longer  my  lips  shall  be  mute. 
The  Saviour's  high  praises  to  tell. 

4  His  love  in  ray  heart  shed  abroad, 
My  graces  shall  bloom  as  the  spring  ! 
This  temple,  his  spirit's  abode; 

My  joy  as  my  duty  to  sing. 

005  C.  M.        Chris.  Psalmist. 

Abundance  in  Harvest. 

1  Fountain  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ! 

How  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 
The  rolling  seasons  as  they  move, 
Proclaim  thy  constant  care. 

2  When  in  the  bosom  of  the  earth 

The  sower  hid  the  grain, 
Thy  goodness  marked  its  secret  birth, 
And  sent  the  early  rain. 

3  The  Spring's  sweet  influence,  Lord,  was  thine; 

The  plants  in  beauty  grew ; 
Thou  gav'st  refulgent  suns  to  shine, 
And  mild,  refreshing  dew. 

4  We  own  and  bless  thy  gracious  sway; 

Thy  hand  all  nature  hails  ; 
Seed-time  nor  harvest,  night  nor  day, 
Summer  nor  winter,  fails. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  566,  567 

566  7s.  M.  Ev.  Magazine. 

"  Tliou  Crownest  the  Year  with  Goodness.^' 

1  Praise  on  thee,  in  Zion's  gates, 
Daily,  O  Jehovah  !   waits ; 
Unto  thee,  O  God  !  belong 
Grateful  words  and  holy  song. 

2  Thou  the  hope  and  refuge  art. 
Of  remotest  lands  apart, 
Distant  isles  and  tribes  unknown, 
'Mid  the  ocean-waste,  and  lone. 

3  Thou  dost  visit  earth,  and  rain 
Blessings  on  the  thirsty  plain. 
From  the  copious  founts  on  high, 
From  the  rivers  of  the  sky. 

4  Thus  the  clouds  thy  power  confess, 
And  thy  paths  drop  fruitfulness  ; 
And  the  voice  of  song  and  mirth, 
Rises  from  the  tribes  of  earth. 

567  C.  M.  Watts. 

Providence  in  the  Seasons. 

1  With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud, 

Address  the  Lord  on  high  ; 
Over  the  heavens  he  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He  makes  the  grass  the  mountains  crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 


568  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

3  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

4  He  sends  his  word,  and  melts  the  snow ; 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow. 
He  bids  the  Spring  return. 

5  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 

Obey  his  mighty  word  ; 
With  sono-s  and  honors  soundingr  loud. 
Praise  ye  the  sovereign  Lord. 

068  S.  M.  Drummond. 

"  Is  it  such  a  Fast  I  have  Chosen  ?  " 

1  "Is  this  a  fast  for  me?" 
Thus  saith  the  Lord  our  God ; 

"  A  day  for  man  to  vex  his  soul, 
And  feel  affliction's  rod  ? " 

2  "  No  ;  is  not  this  alone 
The  sacred  fast  I  choose ; 

Oppression's  yoke  to  burst  in  twain, 
The  bands  of  guilt  unloose  1  " 

3  "  To  nakedness  and  want 
Your  food  and  raiment  deal, 

To  dwell  your  kindred  race  among. 
And  all  their  sufferings  heal  ?  " 

4  *'  Then,  like  the  morning  ray. 
Shall  spring  your  health  and  light ; 

Before  you,  righteousness  shall  shine, 
Behind,  my  glory  bright !  " 


VARIOUS   OCCASIONS.  569,  570 

569  C.  M.  Breviary. 

Fast. 

1  O  COME  not  with  thy  tears  alone, 

Or  outward  form  of  prayer  : 
But  let  it  in  thy  heart  be  known 
That  penitence  is  there. 

2  To  smite  the  breast,  the  clothes  to  rend, 

God  asketh  not  of  thee ; 
Thy  secret  soul  he  bids  ihee  bend 
In  true  humility. 

3  O  let  us  then  with  heartfelt  grief, 

Draw  near  unto  our  God, 
And  pray  to  him  to  grant  relief. 
And  stay  the  lifted  rod. 

4  O  righteous  judge,  if  thou  wilt  deign 

To  grant  us  that  we  need. 

We  pray  for  time  to  turn  again. 

And  grace  to  turn  indeed. 

570  L.  M.  Dyer. 

Public  Humiliation. 

1  Great  Framer  of  unnumbered  worlds ! 
And  whom  unnumbered  worlds  adore. 
Whose  goodness  all  thy  creatures  share, 
While  nature  trembles  at  thy  power  ! 

2  Thine  is  the  hand  that  moves  the  spheres, 
That  wakes  the  wind,  and  lifts  the  sea ; 
And  man,  who  moves,  the  lord  of  earth, 
Acts  but  the  part  assigned  by  thee. 


571  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

3  While  suppliant  crowds  implore  thine  aid, 
To  thee  we  raise  the  humble  cry  ; 
Thine  altar  is  the  contrite  heart, 
Thine  incense,  a  repentant  sigh. 

4  O  may  our  land,  in  this  her  hour. 
Confess  thy  hand,  and  bless  the  rod; 
By  penitence  make  thee  her  friend, 
And  find  in  thee  a  guardian  God. 

571  S.  M.      H.  Martineau,  alt. 

The  Coming  of  Christ  in  Power. 

1  Lord  Jesus,  come  ;  for  here 
Our  path  through  wilds  is  laid ! 

We  watch  as  for  the  day-spring  near. 
Amid  the  breaking  shade. 

2  Lord  Jesus,  come  ;  for  hosts 
Meet  on  the  battle  plain  : 

The  patriot  mourns,  the  tyrant  boasts. 
And  tears  are  shed  like  rain. 

3  Lord  Jesus,  come ;  for  chains 
Are  still  upon  the  slave; 

Bind  up  his  wounds,  relieve  his  pains, 
t<  & -2*     V        The  pining  bondman  save. 

4  Hark  !  herald  voices  near, 
Lead  on  thy  happier  day : 

Come,  Lord,  and  our  hosannas  hear ; 
We  wait  to  strew  thy  way. 

5  Come,  as  in  days  of  old. 
With  words  of  grace  and  power  ; 

Gather  us  all  within  thy  fold, 
And  let  us  stray  no  more. 


! 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  572,  573 

572  C.  M.  Peabodt. 

Who  is  my  Neighbor  ? 

1  Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?  he  whom  thou 

Hast  power  to  aid  and  bless, 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow. 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 

2  Thy  neighbor  ?  't  is  the  heart  bereft 

Of  every  earthly  gem ; 
Widow  and  orphan,  helpless  left: 
Go  thou  and  shelter  them. 

3  Thy  neighbor  ?  yonder  toiling  slave. 

Fettered  in  thought  and  limb. 
Whose  hopes  are  all  beyond  the  grave ; 
Go  thou  and  ransom  him. 

4  Oh  pass  not,  pass  not  heedless  by ; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 
The  breaking  heart  from  misery : 
Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 

573  7s.  M.  Chandler. 

"  Remember  the  Bound,  as  bound  with  Them." 

1  Christian  mother,  when  thy  prayer 
Trembles  on  the  twilight  air. 
And  thou  askest  God  to  keep. 
In  their  waking  and  their  sleep. 
Those,  whose  love  is  more  to  thee 
Than  the  wealth  of  land  or  sea; 
Think  of  those  who  wildly  mourn 
For  the  loved  ones  from  them  torn. 

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574  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

2  Blest  ones,  whom  no  hands  on  earth 
Dare  to  wrench  from  home  and  hearth, 
Ye,  whose  hearts  are  sheltered  well, 
By  affection's  holy  spell. 
Will  ye  hear  with  tearless  eye 
Of  the  slave's  despairing  cry. 
Rising  up  from  human  hearts. 
As  their  latest  bliss  departs? 

574  7s.  M.  J.  R.  Lowell. 

Anti-Slavery  Hymn. 

1  Men  !  whose  boast  it  is,  that  ye 
Come  of  fathers  brave  and  free, 
If  there  breathe  on  earth  a  slave. 
Are  ye  truly  free  and  brave  ? 

If  ye  do  not  feel  the  chain 
When  it  works  a  brother's  pain. 
Are  ye  not  base  slaves  indeed, 
Slaves  unworthy  to  be  freed? 

2  Is  true  freedom  but  to  break 
Fetters  for  our  own  dear  sake. 
And  with  leathern  hearts  forget 
That  we  owe  mankind  a  debt? 
No !  true  freedom  is  to  share 
All  the  chains  our  brothers  wear, 
And  with  heart  and  hand  to  be 
Earnest  to  make  others  free. 

3  They  are  slaves,  who  fear  to  speak 
For  the  fallen  and  the  weak ; 

They  are  slaves,  who  will  not  choose 
Hatred,  scoffing  and  abuse. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  575,  576 

Rather  than,  in  silence,  shrink 
From  the  truth  they  needs  must  think  ; 
They  are  slaves,  who  dare  not  be 
In  the  right  with  two  or  three. 

575  L.  M.  Wesley. 
I^or  the  Enslaved. 

1  O  LET  the  prisoner's  mournful  sighs, 
As  incense  in  thy  sight  appear ! 
Their  humble  wailings  pierce  the  skies, 
If  haply  they  may  feel  thee  near. 

2  Out  of  the  deep,  regard  their  cries, 
The  fallen  raise,  the  mourners  cheer  ; 
O,  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise. 
And  scatter  all  their  doubt  and  fear ! 

3  Stand  by  them  in  the  fiery  hour, 
Their  feebleness  of  mind  defend ; 
And  in  their  weakness  show  thy  power, 
And  make  them  patient  to  the  end. 

4  Relieve  the  souls  whose  cross  we  bear, 
For  whom  thy  suffering  members  mourn ; 
Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  break  the  yoke  so  meekly  borne. 

576  C.  M.  Montgomery. 

**  Daughter  of  Sadness.^' 

1  Daughter  of  sadness,  from  the  dust 
Exalt  thy  fallen  head  ; 
In  thy  Redeemer  firmly  trust  ; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 


577,  578  VARIOUS  occasions. 

2  Awake,  awake  !  put  on  thy  strength. 

Thy  beautiful  array ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls  —  thy  bounds  enlarge. 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth; 
Say  to  the  South,  "  Give  up  thy  charge. 
And  keep  not  back,  O  North." 

577  7s.  M.  MiLMAN. 
And  He  arose  and  rebuked  the  Winds  and  Sea. 

1  Lord  !  thou  didst  arise  and  say. 
To  the  troubled  waters,  "Peace," 
And  the  tempest  died  away, 
Down  they  sank,  the  foaming  seas ; 
And  a  calm  and  heaving  sleep 
Spread  o'er  all  the  glassy  deep, 
All  the  azure  lake  serene 

Like  another  heaven  was  seen  ! 

2  Lord !  thy  gracious  word  repeat 
To  the  billows  of  the  proud  ! 
Quell  the  tyrant's  martial  heat, 
duell  the  fierce  and  changing  crowd  ! 
Then  the  earth  shall  find  repose, 
From  oppressions,  and  from  woes  ; 
And  an  imaged  heaven  appear 

On  our  world  of  darkness  here ! 

578  P.  M.  H.  Ware,  Jr. 

The  Progress  of  Freedom. 

1  Oppression  shall  not  always  reign  ; 
There  comes  a  brighter  day. 
When  freedom,  burst  from  every  chain, 
Shall  have  triumphant  way. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 


579 


Then  right  shall  over  might  prevail, 
And  truth,  like  hero,  armed  in  mail, 
The  hosts  of  tyrant  wrong  assail. 
And  hold  eternal  sway. 

2  What  voice  shall  bid  the  progress  stay 
Of  truth's  victorious  car? 

What  arm  arrest  the  growing  day. 

Or  quench  the  solar  star'? 

What  reckless  soul,  though  stout  and  strong, 

Shall  dare  bring  back  the  ancient  wrong, 

Oppression's  guilty  night  prolong, 

And  freedom's  morning  bar  1 

3  The  hour  of  triumph  comes  apace. 
The  fated,  promised  hour  ; 
When  earth  upon  a  ransomed  race 
Her  bounteous  gifts  shall  shower. 
Ring,  Liberty,  thy  glorious  bell ! 
Bid  high  thy  sacred  banner  swell ! 
Let  trump  on  trump  the  triumph  tell 
Of  Heaven's  redeeming  power. 

079  7s.  M.  Montgomery. 

The  Jubilee. 

1  Hark!  the  song  of  jubilee. 
Loud,  as  mighty  thunders  roar  ; 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 
When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore. 

2  See  Jehovah's  banners  furled  ! 

Sheathed  his  sword  :  —  he  speaks  —  't  is  done  ! 
Now  the  kingdoms  of  this  world, 
Are  the  kingdom  of  his  Son. 


580,  581  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

3  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 
With  supreme,  unbounded  sway  : 
He  shall  reign,  when,  like  a  scroll, 
Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away. 

4  Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 
God  omnipotent  shall  reign  : 
Hallelujah  !  —  let  the  word 
Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

580  C.  M.  Whittier. 

The  Call  of  Truth. 

1  Oh  !  not  alone  with  outward  sign, 

Of  fear,  or  voice  from  heaven, 
The  message  of  a  truth  divine, 

The  call  of  God,  is  given ; 
Awakening  in  the  human  heart, 

Love  for  the  True  and  Right, 
Zeal  for  the  Christian's  better  part. 

Strength  for  the  Christian's  fight. 

2  Though  heralded  by  nought  of  fear, 

Or  outward  sign,  or  show; 
Though  only  to  the  inward  ear. 

It  whisper  soft  and  low  ; 
Though  dropping  as  the  manna  fell, 

Unseen,  yet  from  above. 
Holy  and  gentle,  heed  it  well : 

The  call  to  Truth  and  Love. 

581  C.  M.  LoND.  Inquirer. 

Encouragement  to  Christian  Effort. 

1  Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed. 
Nor  deem  it  void  of  power  ; 
There  's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed. 
Waiting  its  natal  hour. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  582 

2  A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart, 

And  call  it  back  to  life  ; 
,    A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart, 
And  still  unholy  strife. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless  ;  none  can  tell 

How  vast  its  power  may  be ; 
Nor  what  results  enfolded  dwell 
Within  it,  silently. 

4  Work  and  despair  not :  bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be ; 
God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right. 
The  holy,  true,  and  free. 

583  S.  M. 

"  The  Word  shall  not  return  unto  Me  void.'' 

1  Go  watch  the  new-born  rill. 
Born  from  its  mossy  bed, 

As  trickling  down  the  heath-clad  hill. 
It  winds  with  silver  thread. 

2  Its  bold  career  foretell, 

What  rocks  its  power  shall  rend  ! 
Or  say  how  far  in  ocean's  swell 
Its  mighty  billows  send  ! 

3  So  is  the  truthful  word 
Born  from  a  mighty  will ; 

To  feeble  faith,  while  yet  unheard. 
It  seems  a  lonely  rill. 

4  Yet  from  consentingr  souls 
New  streams  shall  surely  flow. 

Till  on  through  all  the  earth  it  rolls. 
With  power  to  cleanse  its  woe. 


586  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

4  So  let  each  faithful  child 
Drink  of  this  fountain  mild, 

From  early  youth  ; 
Then  shall  the  song  we  raise, 
Be  heard  in  future  days ; 
Ours  be  the  pleasant  ways 

Of  peace  and  truth. 

5  Now  let  each  heart  and  hand, 
Of  all  this  youthful  band. 

United,  move ! 
Till  on  the  mountain's  brow. 
And  in  the  vale  below, 
Our  land  may  ever  glow 

With  peace  and  love. 

586  C.  M 

The  Gospel  of  Peace.  * 

1  Joy  to  the  earth  !  the  Prince  of  Peace 

His  banner  has  unfurled  ; 
Let  strife,  and  sin,  and  error  cease, 
And  joy  pervade  the  world  ! 

2  Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  for  truth  and  grace 

His  word  and  life  display ; 
Let  every  soul  his  love  embrace, 
And  own  its  gentle  sway. 

3  Peace  on  the  earth,  good  will  to  men, 

Embraced  the  Gospel  plan; 
Let  that  sweet  strain  be  heard  again, 
Which  angel-tones  began, 

4  Joy  to  the  isles  and  lands  afar, 

Messiah  reigns  above  ; 
Let  every  eye  behold  the  star. 
The  star  of  light  and  love. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  587,  588 

587  C.  M.  R.  NicoLL. 

Honor  all  Men. 

1  I  MAY  not  scorn  the  meanest  thingr 

That  on  the  earth  doth  crawl ; 
The  slave  who  would  not  burst  his  chain, 
The  tyrant  in  his  hail. 

2  The  vile  oppressor  who  hath  made 

The  widowed  mother  mourn, 
Though  worthless,  soulless  he  may  stand, 
I  cannot,  dare  not  scorn. 

3  The  darkest  night  that  shrouds  the  sky, 

Of  beauty  hath  a  share  : 
The  blackest  heart  hath  sighs  to  tell 
That  God  still  lingers  there. 

588  C.  M.  Thomson. 

The  Traveller's  Hymn. 

1  Jehovah  God  !  thy  gracious  power 

On  every  hand  we  see ; 
O  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee ! 

2  If  on  the  wings  of  morn  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
Thy  hand  will  there  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thy  love  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean-deeps, 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 


589,  590  VARIOUS  occasions. 

4  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 
On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
Through  every  age,  in  every  clime, 
Our  father,  and  our  friend ! 

589  C.  M.  Addison. 
God  our  Refuge  everyichere. 

1  How  are  thy  servants  blessed,  O  Lord  ! 

How  sure  is  their  defence ! 
Eternal  wisdom  is  their  guide, 
Their  help,  omnipotence. 

2  Though  by  the  dreadful  tempest  tossed 

High  on  the  broken  wave. 
They  know  thou  art  not  slow  to  hear. 
Nor  impotent  to  save. 

3  From  all  our  griefs  and  straits,  O  Lord  ! 

Thy  mercy  sets  us  free, 
While  in  the  confidence  of  prayer, 
Our  hearts  take  hold  on  thee. 

4  The  storm  is  laid,  the  winds  retire, 

Obedient  to  thy  will ; 
The  sea  that  roars  at  thy  command. 
At  thy  command  is  still. 

590  S.  M.  S.  Graham. 
*'  Thou  art  the  Confidence  of  them  upon  the  Sea." 

1     Heave,  mighty  ocean,  heave, 

And  blow  thou  boisterous  wind  ; 

Onward  they  swiftly  glide,  and  leave 

Their  home  and  friends  behind. 


VARIOUS    OCCASIONS.  591 

2  Away,  away  they  steer 
Upon  the  ocean's  breast; 

And  dim  the  distant  heights  appear, 
Like  clouds  along  the  west. 

3  There  is  a  loneliness 
Upon  the  mighty  deep ; 

And  hurried  thoughts  upon  them  press, 
As  onwardly  they  sweep. 

4  But  there  is  hope  and  joy, 
Wherever  they  may  be  ; 

Danger  nor  Death  can  ne'er  destroy 
Our  trust,  O  God  !  in  thee. 

5  Sweep,  mighty  ocean,  sweep  ; 
Ye  winds,  blow  foul  or  fair , 

Our  God  is  with  them  on  the  deep. 
Their  home  is  everywhere. 

591  L.  M.  Bp.  Kenn. 

Morning. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  : 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Lord  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew ; 
Scatter  my  sins  as  morning  dew; 

Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

3  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might. 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


592,  593  VARIOUS  occasions. 

592  P.  M.  Hogg. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  Lauded  be  thy  name  forever, 
Thou  of  life  the  Guard  and  Giver! 
Thou  who  slumberest  not  nor  sleepest. 
Blessed  are  they  thou  kindly  keepest ! 
God  of  stillness  and  of  motion. 

Of  the  rainbow  and  the  ocean. 
Of  the  mountain,  rock,  and  river. 
Blessed  be  thy  name  forever  ! 

2  God  of  evening's  yellow  ray  ! 
God  of  every  dawning  day, 
That  rises  from  the  distant  sea 
Like  breathings  of  eternity ; 
Thine  the  flaming  sphere  of  light, 
Thine  the  darkness  of  the  night ! 
God  of  life,  that  fade  shall  never  ! 
Glory  to  thy  name  forever ! 

S93  C.  M.       Ancient  Liturgy. 

Morning  Hymn. 

1  Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright, 

Implore  we,  bending  low. 
That  He,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  us  as  we  go. 

2  No  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong. 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove ; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue. 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  594,  595 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 

Securely  keep,  O  God, 
Our  hearts  beleaguered  by  the  foe, 
That  tempts  our  every  road. 

4  And  grant  that  to  thine  honor,  Lord, 

Our  daily  toil  may  tend : 
That  we  begin  it  at  thy  word, 
And  in  thy  favor  end. 

594  L.  M.  Keble. 

*'  His  Compassions  are  New  every  Morning J^ 

1  New  every  morning  is  the  love 
Our  wakening  and  uprising  prove ; 
Through  sleep  and  darkness  safely  brought, 
Restored  to  life,  and  power,  and  thought. 

2  New  mercies  each  returning  day, 
Hover  around  us  while  we  pray ; 
New  perils  past,  new  sins  forgiven. 

New  thoughts  of  God,  new  hopes  of  heaven. 

3  Only,  O  Lord,  in  thy  dear  love 
Fit  us  for  perfect  rest  above ; 
And  help  us,  this  and  every  day. 
To  live  more  nearly  as  we  pray. 

595  7s.  M.       Missionary  Mag. 
Evening  Hymn, 

1  Lord  of  glory !  King  of  power  ! 
In  this  lone  and  silent  hour. 
While  the  shades  of  darkness  rise. 
And  the  eve  is  on  the  skies, 


596  VARIOUS    OCCASIONS. 

By  thy  blessing,  as  the  dews, 
Which  yon  shaded  skies  diffuse, 
Bid  our  feverish  passions  cease ; 
Calm  us  with  thy  promised  peace. 

2  Wheresoe'er  the  brow  of  pain, 
Seeks  oblivion's  balm  in  vain. 
Or  the  form  of  watchful  grief. 
Knows  not  of  the  night's  relief, 
There  thy  pity,  softening  power. 
There  the  spirit's  calm  restore  ; 
Till  each  tongue,  from  murmuring  free, 
Wakes  the  hymn  of  praise  to  thee. 

596  L.  M.  Bishop  Kenn. 

Evening. 

1  Glory  to  thee,  "my  God  !    this  night, 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light : 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  almighty  wings ! 

2  Forgive  me.  Lord  J  through  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done, 

That  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  O  may  my  soul  on  thee  repose. 

And  with  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close ! 
Sleep  that  shall  me  more  vigorous  make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

4  Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ! 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  choir ! 

O  may  his  praise  my  soul  inspire ! 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  597,  598 

507  L.  M.  Doddridge. 
God  our  Helper. 

1  My  Helper,  God  !  I  bless  thy  name  ! 
The  same  thy  power,  thy  grace  the  same : 
The  tokens  of  thy  friendly  care, 

Open,  and  crown,  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amidst  ten  thousand  deaths  I  stand, 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand; 
And  see,  when  I  survey  my  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  hath  led  me  on; 
Thus  far  I  make  thy  mercy  known; 
And,  while  I  tread  this  desert  land, 
New  blessings  shall  new  songs  demand. 

508  L.  M.  Doddridge. 
God  our  Preserver. 

1  Great  God  !  we  sing  thy  mighty  hand, 
By  which  supported,  still  we  stand  : 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows. 
That  mercy  crowns  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad. 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God ;    . 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed, 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown, 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit. 
And,  peaceful,  leave  before  thy  feet. 
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599,  600  VARIOUS  occasions. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  depressed, 
Thou  art  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest ; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise. 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

099  L.  M.  Doddridge. 

Improvement  of  Time. 

1  God  of  eternity  !  from  thee 
Did  infant  time  his  being  draw  : 
Moments  and  dajs,  and  months  and  years. 
Revolve  by  thine  unvaried  law. 

2  Silent  but  swift,  they  glide  away  ; 
Steady  and  strong  the  current  flows. 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea. 

The  boundless  gulf  from  which  it  rose. 

3  The  thoughtless  tribes  of  mortal  men, 
Along  the  mighty  stream  are  borne 
On  to  their  everlasting  home, 

That  country  whence  there 's  no  return. 

4  Great  Source  of  wisdom  !  teach  our  hearts 
To  know  the  worth  of  every  hour  ; 

That  time  may  bear  us  on  to  joys, 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 

000  L.  M.  J.  Taylor. 

'^  And  all  the  days    of  Methuselah  ivere  nine 
hundred  sixty  and  nine  years,  and  he  died," 

1  Like  shadows  gliding  o'er  the  plain, 
Or  clouds  that  roll  successive  on, 
Man's  busy  generations  pass, 
And  while  we  gaze,  their  forms  are  gone. 


VARIOUS  OCCASIONS.  601 

2  "  He  lived  —  he  died  ;  "  behold  the  sum, 
The  abstract  of  th'  historian's  page  ! 
Alike  in  God's  all-seeing  eye, 

The  infant's  day,  the  patriarch's  age. 

3  O  Father !  in  whose  mighty  hand, 
The  boundless  years  and  ages  lie  ; 
Teach  us  thy  boon  of  life  to  prize. 
And  use  the  moments  as  they  fly  ; 

4  To  crowd  the  narrow  span  of  life 
AVith  wise  designs  and  virtuous  deeds : 

So  shall  we  wake  from  death's  dark  night. 
To  share  the  glory  that  succeeds. 

601  7s.  M.  J.  Newton. 

Swiftness  of  Time. 

1  While,  with  ceaseless  course,  the  sun 
Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run. 
Never  more  to  meet  us  here : 

Fixed  in  an  eternal  state. 
They  have  done  with  all  below  ; 
"We  a  little  longer  wait ; 
But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  wingred  arrow  flies 
Speedily  the  mark  to  find. 

As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts,  and  leaves  no  trace  behind, 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 
Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise; 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 


601  VARIOUS  OCCASIONS. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receiv-^ ; 
Pardon  of  our  sins  renew; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 
With  eternity  in  viSlv. 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old ; 
Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love ; 
And,  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 
May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 


